Due to sleep deprivation...again...I can't form a coherent sentence.
Jason told me I could nudge him in the middle of the night and tell him it was his turn to check on Emily, but can I really ask him to share in my over-protective worried mother syndrome?
Speaking of Jason...be dears, and tell me what the heck to get him for Christmas.
I need one more gift...just something small, yet meaningful.
One of these days I'm going to tell you a story.
It's a good story.
Maybe for Christmas...
I had a long moment today where I seriously doubted my ability to do this...to be Emily's mom...to give her everything she needs...to be strong enough to meet 'hard' head on every single day for what seems like will be forever...and so I cried.
And while I cried Emily smiled at me.
I love that little girl.
I hope and pray every day that that love will be enough.
|Our heart baby enjoying her heart.|