Sunday, April 4, 2010

We are about a week out from Paxtons surgery. It is very apparent the stress it is beginning to take on my husband and I. We are both sensitive and on edge.  We are both...scared. Quite frankly, I am a wreck.  So while I have a lot to catch up on, I am going to go lay in my big bed with my little man and soak up every moment I can with him.  Tomorrow I will share all about our recent trip and Easter extravaganza, but tonight the tears have taken their toll and I am tired. Good night all!  I've got some cheeks to kiss and ears to nuzzle. I have the most amazing little boy waiting in my bed for me to spoon with and right now that is the only place in the world that I want to be...

P.S. I want to say thank you to all of my dear friends who have reached out to me lately.  Just this weekend I opened the mail to a stack full of medical bills, but also to find a handful of cards for us as well. Gosh, they just lift me up. While it is extremely hard for me to get to everyone, it's a guilt I carry daily because I can't be the person I used to be that thank you carded everyone and returned phone calls. Just please know that your cards and kindness ( you know who you are) mean more than you will ever know. 

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Lena Costain said...

Hi Jenn,

If you feel up to it, please give me a call so we can touch base before you head up...I can definitely offer you some positive encouragement about the Stage far the easiest of the 3 (we were in and home within 10 days)

cici said...

Please rest assured little Paxton is in my prayers and he will do very well. This will soon just be a memory as he grows into a young man.
God is watching over your boy.

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