Homesick

Homesick

It’s a gloomy, rainy day in Houston as I write this. Today, I am extremely homesick … like crying homesick, tummy-ache homesick. (Actually this is being written on Sunday, so I may be ok today. Maybe.) Don’t get me wrong. Houston is an amazing city...
We always knew she was a rock star.

We always knew she was a rock star.

I mean … even from an early age, this girl had swag. There’s many more where that came from, but you get the idea. “Rock Star” … yep, that’s what La Petite Belle’s nurse practitioner called her at our clinic visit yesterday....
When a Non-Hugger Becomes a Hugger.

When a Non-Hugger Becomes a Hugger.

I was never a big hugger. It’s not that I didn’t like to hug. My hugs were just truly meaningful. I hugged my children and my husband all the time. I hugged my friends. I didn’t just hug someone to hug. There was always a purpose and emotion behind...
A Third of the Way There

A Third of the Way There

That’s where we are today – Day +33. Lots going on here. Some may think we are able to just lie around all day and do nothing. But, actually most of our days are filled with activity. At this point, we go to the hospital three days a week to visit the BMT...