This week, I received news that a different cousin's thirty-three year old son had a heart attack and died! He leaves a wife and four young children. Their youngest was due only a week apart from me with the baby I miscarried, and was born the morning of Mikaela's visitation!
To all this I say, WHAT IS GOING ON??? (I'm editing my language, of course). And it all brings back the losses that I've suffered more personally this past year, of course, not that it ever seems to go too far away.
We received the news just before supper, and there were phone calls to make and details to process. So we just went out to eat. When we got home, we spent some time outside, which led to impromptu sprinkler fun and a visit from super heroes. I am so thankful for these times. I took TONS of photos, pared it down to about 37 for Facebook. I've done my best to pick only a few for the blog! I know this story will be documented via scrapbook, I have no idea how I will choose photos!
|They aren't sleeping, she is trying to convince him to have a picnic and sleep outside!|
Me: B, are you pooping?
B: Don't check, OK?