tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504163712560902244.post7060655448234867168..comments2023-06-05T05:53:10.979-06:00Comments on Jack's Journey: No News is Good NewsAimee Hardyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14598619123166267352noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504163712560902244.post-17080936998396372972008-10-22T21:54:00.000-06:002008-10-22T21:54:00.000-06:00That is so fun you got to go out with Jack. I am w...That is so fun you got to go out with Jack. I am waiting for the day we get to go out(I should say DARE to go out). I hope all goes great for the echo on Friday its okay to be nervous I know I am always on the verge of tears at every appt. That is so good you found out about the humidifier too I bet Jack is happier without the oxygen irratating his nose.One Happy Heart Familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08047148321628568770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504163712560902244.post-38471881393413125032008-10-21T13:55:00.000-06:002008-10-21T13:55:00.000-06:00What a fun outing!! I love the Witches at Gardner...What a fun outing!! I love the Witches at Gardner Village! I hear you on getting out of the house, it is amazing the difference it makes! We will keep our fingers crossed for great echo results!!!Daisiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10013790449091222076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504163712560902244.post-61889203590499687062008-10-21T13:27:00.000-06:002008-10-21T13:27:00.000-06:00It is with something less than maternal goodwill t...It is with something less than maternal goodwill that I crawl, asleep and annoyed, from my coveted bed to silence your angry screams violating the night. We rock in the chair that has been ours from the beginning, ensconced in Great-Grandmother's crocheted afgan and a ghostly green light from the VCR. Mute now, but for pitiful, periodic whimpers, you cling to me like some abandoned creature reclaimed. Clinging back, I am Every Mother, an all-knowing, all-loving, all bestowing, all-forgiving paragon of matriarchal perfection. Feeling your sweet, soundless breaths tease the tangled hair on the back of my neck, the last trace of irritation over interrupted sleep swiftly dissipates in a hug, a kiss, and a smile. You will never remember these tender midnight moments together, I will never forget.<BR/><BR/>Poem by: Jane Jaudon Ferrer<BR/>I Am The Mother of SonsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504163712560902244.post-39238133859898930862008-10-21T11:39:00.000-06:002008-10-21T11:39:00.000-06:00I'm glad you and Jack were able to enjoy the witch...I'm glad you and Jack were able to enjoy the witches and get out of the house. It's nice that you haven't had much to report. We like it nice an peaceful at your house. Jack is always in our prayers and we will be thinking of you on Friday hoping for the best.momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03469958733716531853noreply@blogger.com