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Post by missingisaiah on Dec 7, 2011 18:58:22 GMT -5
This morning one of the first things Tabatha said to me was she wanted to pray that Isaiah would come back to life and come down to earth so she could play with him. Then I had to go by myself to put up Isaiah's Christmas wreath. Usually we go as a family, but with all the stuff going on, if we want it up, it had to be me, by myself. I bawled my eyes out. This Christmas season is just so hard, so awful.
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Post by myangelamanda on Dec 8, 2011 16:07:08 GMT -5
((((((((((((((((hugs))))))))))))))))) Brenda. I'm sorry yesterday was so hard. I think it is so endearing that Tabatha would wish something so profound when most little girls her age are wishing for a doll. At the same time it is just also so incredibly sad. I know how those wishes from our other children really do tug at the emotions ... at least for me they do.
I'm sorry you had to do Isaiah's Christmas wreath alone. I've never done Amanda's with anyone ... I actually choose to do it every year alone so I can cry and just be miserable as any mom rightfully should be, but to do it alone when you're used to having others there must be really difficult. (((hugs)))
I hope today was even just a teeny bit brighter.
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Post by weeblemom on Dec 11, 2011 22:38:36 GMT -5
I'm sorry. ((((HUGS))))
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