No Such Thing as 'Half'

Just a quick note because I don't have much time ... I have got to do some cleaning while the babies are asleep ...

Last week my Aunt Trisha and Uncle Robert stopped by for a quick visit while they were in town. It was very fun to see them and for them to meet our new babies. Click below for Aunt Trisha's blog about their visit.

http://buboppy.blogspot.com/2008/12/visit-with-greg-and-margaret.html

Seeing Aunt Trisha reminded me of something my dad used to say ...

Aunt Trisha and Aunt Nellie are my dad's sisters -- they share the same father as my dad and have a different mother. As my brothers and sisters and I were growing up, we sometimes differentiated my father's siblings as 'real' and 'half'. Every single time my dad would hear us differentiate his siblings this way, he would make sure to remind us ...

"There is no such thing as a 'half-sister'!"

Just wanted to write that as I was thinking about it.

My Mom

A few lucky people in this world are granted one of the greatest blessings of all ... a wonderful mother. I have said many times that if everyone had parents like I was blessed with, the world would be a much better place in which to live.

I do happen to be one of the lucky ones. My mom is absolutely amazing and I am so grateful for her. She is my best friend. She has come to my rescue a million times, whether providing a much needed laugh, a shoulder to cry on, a prayer raised up to heaven on my behalf (and I know she has spent many many hours on her knees because of me), or just by being there with me.

During the last few weeks of my pregnancy she came to visit us three times, not wanting to miss the birth of our little babes. She was with me at my doctor's appointment on Oct. 17 when the doc told me to head to the hospital, and the girls were born two days later.

She stayed for about seven weeks after the girls were born and honestly, I don't know how Doug and I would have survived without her. Not only was she a lifesaver in keeping our house in order, but she was my lifesaver as well. She spent many many hours by my side in the NICU holding babies, changing diapers, feeding babies, and wiping my tears. I had such a great time being with her during those weeks, and I will cherish the time as long as I live.

Doug and the girls and I miss her a ton and can't wait for her to come back for a visit in January.

I love you Mom.