Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
(If you know Eden very well at all, you'd know that this is a very big deal. She could use Campbell's hair for comfort just as she does with mine.)
Monday, September 21, 2009
We even got away for a quick dinner, some live music, ice cream ---
and a kiss.
Six years may be no big deal, but they've been the most significant of my life.
Happy Anniversary, my love.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Goodbye to patio lounging
Goodbye to running free at the Ranch
Goodbye to wedding crashing
Goodbye to summer visits with family
Goodbye to the lake
Goodbye to warm evenings (sharing secrets)
This was the first real summer Eden was able to enjoy without illness, lethargy, or being on the transplant list. Although we are no where near the top of this mountain called "Eden's life", we have learned that she is a fantastic climber. We may be saying goodbye to a fun summer, but we are moving ahead with enthusiasm.
Bring it on, autumn.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
1. Monday through Friday isn't near as much fun as the weekend.
2. Early mornings stink (she doesn't take after her mother).
3. School can be hard work and very exhausting.
4. Girls aren't always so nice (a story for another day).
It's only Wednesday... the third day into Eden's official start to Montessori school... and she told me that her "brain hurt"... this made my heart hurt. She cries at drop off (I do too!), she latches onto the teacher most days, and she is physically and mentally exhausted. We even had a mini conference call with the teacher and school director today regarding Eden's poor transition.
I realize that I am grieving here too. I have lost my sidekick, my co-shopper, and my back seat driver. So, maybe I am being overly empathetic... but it is taking everything I have not to just scratch this whole pre-school idea. Is she really going to be a better adjusted, contributing member of society... really? I haven't even pulled out the "heart transplant card"... but I can.
Exhibit B: "Pink Bo" and "Purple bunny" held tight
P.S. These are just the feelings of one, hormonal member of the Murphy household and do not reflect the opinions of all remaining parental figures.