37 days

37 days...that’s how long it’s been since our lives have felt “normal”. It’s been 37 days since the diagnosis...the kick to the gut that still leaves us struggling to breathe. Today after 37 days we got some semblance of “normal”.

These two girls both have birthdays this week. It’s been our tradition to be together to celebrate every year. The first time was when Leah was 3 and Macy was 6. But the following year we started a tradition at Gigi’s. It’s usually Mother’s Day weekend...we celebrate these girls that made US mothers (and a grandmother). They decide what we eat for dinner. They pick  out their cakes, we sing, they blow out candles.

We didn’t know if it would work out this year. But somehow God made the stars align so that we could celebrate together. So that Cynthia and I could celebrate our girls together. Sure we were missing our Jackson who was at home with Matt. His little body isn’t ready to be around other kids, yet. But for the most part, it felt normal. It felt so good, and we are thankful.