I am sifting through the stack of papers on our counter that materializes out of thin air by the hour.  Seriously, where does it come from?  There is mail, Maren art, catalogues, to do lists, receipts, grocery lists, coupons, and more Maren art.  I sort, toss, file.  I move through the pile and I find that I have a coupon for “$10.00 Off: All styles of bangs...

These three days are a mixed blessing.  I have three days of no appointments, reverting me back to my very normal, very everyday routine with my girls and our little schedule that we run on.  Baby Sister is here and we have a comfort and an ease as we move about the house, trading off kids and duties and car keys.  She’s picking up all of the mundane: laundry,...

As I type this, I am wearing one of those ridiculous Snuggies.  Snuggies really have a bad rep, but I bet I’m  not the only one who finds them useful.  Don’t judge me.  I am warm and snuggley (pun intended) and getting my thoughts sorted.  I am not, not, not a morning person.  The thought itself is laughable to everyone who knows me.  God is waking me in...

My spine is clear on the follow-up MRI!!!!!  No suspicious spots, no cancer, no nothing!  Praise the Lord!  Yesterday Dr. Awesome gave us the great pathology news, and today Dr. Wonderful had his turn: the cancer is not in my bones.  We are exuberant. Today Brad and I recharged for the weeks ahead. Tomorrow is all about Maren and Greta.  I probably won’t blog;...

Oh. My. Gosh.  The people who care.  They are just coming out of the woodwork and it is so great.  Each word, comment, prayer, text, and email buoys my steps and eases the weight. This morning there was no crying in the shower.  I got to play with and feed Greta.  I’ve been peppered with cheering messages all morning.  I have never been so happy that I am so...

Today’s itinerary: 6:30: Wake up.  Cry in shower; make deal with self that I must stop crying when I get out of the shower.  Get ready, pack Greta’s bag, pack Maren’s bag.  Debate breakfast, decide against it. 7:40: Wake up Maren.  (Seriously Maren, you pick today to sleep in?)  I remind her that she gets to play at the Lenhoffs today.  She bounds...