Nine months ago we found out Jeremy would need a bone marrow transplant. After eight months of what felt like hell, we would have to go into a deeper hell?! I honestly didn't know how I was going to manage. My boys had become clingy, fearful, angry people that I didn't recognize. I don't blame them, they were constantly being shuffled from one of my amazing friends to another. That is not a life they knew how to handle. The thought of Jeremy being in the hospital for a month and not knowing where or better who would watch my kids was very scary. So I made a similar call to the one I had received, and asked my cousin Rachael to move in with me. She agreed and last October Rachael moved into our house.
Yesterday Rachael moved out......Words can not express my gratitude for what she did for me and my family. She cared for my babies, even when they were mean and hurtful to her. She cleaned my house day after day so that I wouldn't go insane. We celebrated four holidays together. We drove through three states together. We planned birthday parties, going away parties, cinco de mayo parties, basically we partied for eight months...I wish it had been one big party, but I'm sure there are parts she hopes to soon forget. Hopefully there are more moments she will always want to remember. As for me, I will always remember the gratitude and love that I feel for her, and wish only great things for her future.
|Snuggling with Oliver|
|The best clown ever!!|
|Grown up play date = Karaoke|