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a little piece of normal

In a way...baseball is our first step towards finding our new normal. For so long we've told Toby that he'd have to learn to play soccer...when all he wanted to do was play baseball. Interesting how things work out, isn't it?


I've been worried about my *big* kids. Their world has turned tospy turvy too.


I mean, how do you explain to a seven year old that he may never see his first best friend ever again? How do you make your animal loving little girl okay with giving her puppy away to a new family? How do you tell them everythings going to be okay...when your heart isn't really sure? Another IS mommy told me today...that it gets easier. With time. But I'm stuck in this place of the unknown. And sometimes it's really scary. And I'm such a coward.


We've tried to be open with the kids. Of course they don't understand. But they love us...and trust us with that child-like innocence that's so scary & beautiful. Jonathan & I hope that one day they'll understand the whys of everything that is going on...and be proud of mommy & daddy. That they'll learn to cherish their family too. And that when the winds of life blow they'll remember. And circle the wagons & hold on tight. To eachother. And Jesus.



And so tonight watching her making friends and laughing and rolling down the grassy hill embracing her new normal...filled my sappy heart with happiness.


Snuggling Trevy and teaching him to cheer while his big brother smacked one into the outfield just like he's been dreaming his whole life about...made me smile.


Sharing a glance with Jonathan (so much can be said without words) while he was exploring his normal by sports bonding with other dads made me feel...


like everything is going to be okay.


And slowly slowly...




we're slipping into our normal.



Obviously...I'm up WAY too late! It always brings out my mushies...



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Anonymous said…
Awesome reflection Danielle : )
May 15, 2008 at 12:52 PM
Shanna Grimes said…
You poor thing! Your whole life has been uprooted by Trev's IS. It was not as much of a life altering event for us as it was for you and your fam. I feel so bad and I wish there was something I could do. All I can say is, God has a plan. There must be a darn good reason for your life path changing directions. I know that sounds hoakie, but it's the only way I can make sense out of all of it. God must have felt that you could handle this test. That which does not kill us makes us stonger, and lady, you are about at WonderWoman status now :)
May 16, 2008 at 10:13 AM
Danielle said…
awww...thanks girls!

And I've totally been repeating that phrase "what doesn't kill me...makes me stronger" these days!

And I agree Shanna...God is the Author of Trevor's future! And I think it's so amazing that He's crossed my paths with families like you guys to draw strenght & support from!

SOOOOOO

xoxoxo...danielle
May 16, 2008 at 12:23 PM
Danielle said…
awww...thanks girls!

And I've totally been repeating that phrase "what doesn't kill me...makes me stronger" these days!

And I agree Shanna...God is the Author of Trevor's future! And I think it's so amazing that He's crossed my paths with families like you guys to draw strenght & support from!

SOOOOOO

xoxoxo...danielle
May 16, 2008 at 12:23 PM
Danielle said…
awww...thanks girls!

And I've totally been repeating that phrase "what doesn't kill me...makes me stronger" these days!

And I agree Shanna...God is the Author of Trevor's future! And I think it's so amazing that He's crossed my paths with families like you guys to draw strenght & support from!

SOOOOOO

xoxoxo...danielle
May 16, 2008 at 12:23 PM
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