What a wonderful day. I was surrounded by family members that are more like friends and a special friend that is more like family. We had six kiddos age two and under. We played on the swing set, in the baby pool, and in the sandbox. We talked. We ate. We laughed. We celebrated a special boy that is going to do special things in his life. Happy Birthday, Levi!
I really don't have words to express what it meant to have this woman here with me. I am so glad our baby boys brought us together. Miles & Levi are less than a month apart, and Keli & I have talked almost every day since Miles was a few weeks old. We have a deep connection & "get" each other on so many levels. It is wild to think that we may have never known each other without that tiny little extra chromosome our boys possess. Love you, Mama!
Remember, we all stumble, every one of us. That's why it's a comfort to go hand in hand. ~Emily Kimbrough
Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow. ~Swedish Proverb
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. ~Henri Nouwen