A sick BabyCakes is coughing in her crib on the other side of the half wall in our smokey mountain hotel room.
BigBoy, teddy under arm, is sleeping right through it, as is J (thank goodness. Someone has to drive).
The family decided to give me MeMa's pearl necklace. I didn't feel worthy. I will hold my head high when I wear it, though.
Neighbors back home have done everything from take out our trash to care for our hamster to hang up the wet laundry I left in the washing machine. Not to mention guest-posting right here on my blaaaahg.
Friends sent well-wishes from 5 states and some even took care of the children this week.
This week. It has been a hard week. I've always been one to love with my heart wide-open. That makes it easier to damage but it's how I'm wired, I suppose.
But all you people I love, who love me, have made this week just a little bit easier. To say I appreciate your support would be an embarassing understatement. For every email, phone call, card, blog comment, text, hug, prayer, pecan pie, word of sympathy, and selfless act of kindness my family has received -- I thank you so very much.
Again, Thank You.