Does anybody (other than stalk-y me) read the comments?
Makes me feel all young & hip speaking text!
Anyway...instead of wasting my Carpal Tunnel on the chance it may not be noticed. I decided to respond to the comments from below's post here. In the spotlight. Although truth be told...I was tempted. For a moment. To respond to each of you. One by one. And totally boost my comment ratings!
But who's counting really?
To all my seizure family friends...
You seriously made me cry! Okay...okay...so I was already on the emotional hurricane cliff. But you totally pushed me over the edge!
Some of us have been friends for a long time now. And our friendship is deep. Like...girlfriend weekend deep. Or lets all meet at Disney deep. Someday...right?
Some of you I'm just getting to (cyber) know... But I'm Italian. We're clingy. And being a part of this crazy journey automatically puts you in the heart-connect zone.
Crying together...celebrating together...living through this insanity together...
It's like crazy glue. On the hearts.
Dave (Nathan's dad)...
Dude, you made my day! I called Jonathan was ,like, guess who commented? He guessed wrong. Wasn't even close. Which was entirely my point!
Thank you for reading...and commenting...and being a sucker for Trevy's curls. I draw a lot of comfort from people out there. In the great big world. Reading...and connecting.
But it's different kind of comfort knowing the dad at the ball game...rubbing Trevy's mop...is hoping with us. That's really special. And I thought you should know...
The surgery will be done in Detroit.
It's a double edged sword. I have no dout we'll have the best care. But I hate being so far from Tobes and Bri-bee.
You'll be a veteran by then. Which means I'll be leaning.
Your - We will add "let them grow back curly" to our prayers! - line was a classic!
My non-seizure friends...
So Trevor is some serious cute. And gobs of courage. I know that. But it's truly been a blessing...that people outside of seizure-ville have connected with his story.
It more than I can express.
For the newbies...
You stopped by at one of the most dramatic times!
I'm usually super boring.
For the stalkers...
Yes...you! The quiet lurkers.
I'm thankful for you too! Especially if you're the praying (or have a summer beach cottage that you enjoy donating to a cute little Seizure Boy and fam for two weeks annually) type!