To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven: A time to weep, a time to laugh, a time to mourn, and a time to dance. Ecclesiastes 3:1,4.
You're Home. I bet it felt so good to walk through those doors Sunday, and even better to get to hug your babies. I even felt it for you just a little bit. There's no place like home ... especially when you go from a hospital bed to your own.
I was thinking this evening after you called me, when you told me that you figured out how to come here and read the comments and the post ... that we need a plan. You ask me to help you ... so I am.
You know I'm very sentimental and always drive my kids nuts, so I'm going to do it one more time. For you. I'm assigning homework! ... and that homework has to do with you!
You see, about 13 years ago I bought a beautiful book for myself. It was called "Reflections from a Mother's Heart." It was a blank journal and the purpose was to tell my life story for my children. I hope that someday Juli will cherish that book and love it as much as I loved writing in it. It's my story. At the top of each page is a question .... and the rest is my words. It's my Legacy for my children.
So this evening I turned to my book and looked at this date in April in 1995 to see what question I had answered, and it's a question that I think you should answer too.
"What was your favorite pastime as a child? Did you prefer doing it alone or with someone else?"
I love you.