We used to revel in the "new perfect" that was our life. Raising a beautiful girl with multiple special needs showed us that "perfect" is all in our minds. Emily's life was perfect. It was happy, it was brilliant. She was social, outgoing, silly, and ticklish. Now we are learning to get through life without our "Perfect Peanut" in it. This is most certainly NOT a new kind of perfect.
Friday, August 6, 2010
A cocktail at bedtime
It's how she rolls. :)
Yes, those are ALL meds. Except the bigger one in the middle, that's a water flush. It brings a whole new meaning to "cocktail" doesn't it?