We drove up to the surgeon's office today to drop off paperwork for Mr. Piper's job so he can be off for the surgery and initial recovery. I bought some comfortable clothes for my many many hours by Izzy's side. I bought snacks for my parents' house for the days the boys will be there. I am cooking weird meals to empty the fridge before we are gone for so long.
It is real.
A while back, another blogger (sorry, it escapes me who! If you are reading, feel free to let me know I snagged this from you and I'll link your blog :) ) posted about a song by Mark Hammitt that I have been listening to so very much lately.
It was written for Mark's son, Bowen, born with HLHS. I sing this to Iz and she smiles and swoops in for baby hugs and kisses :) The song is a reminder to cherish each and every minute--my time with her should not be clouded by fear and worry. Its true for all of my children. You just never know what moment may be your last. Whether I have one more day or eighty years, every day is a blessing and a chance to show them how much I love them. The old cliche about children being the greatest gift? Absolutely true.