thanks

the other day i was feeling sorry for myself and had a good cry out on my pillow. i was actually so loud it lured ty into the room to check on me.

apparently through my sobs he understood what i said:

i'm tired (of hurting/of laying around/of everything)
i'm sad
i'm sorry this is happening to us
i don't think i can do this much longer

he just rubbed my back and said, "you're a good mom and it's not that much longer"

he couldn't have said anything more perfect.



ty and the girls last spring with uncle trent