I wrote a really long post earlier today. Easily the longest one I've ever written. But I'm not going to publish it. Sorry. I will print it, stick it in my journal, maybe let my husband read it and Abby someday too. But it's too raw, too real, too emotional for the world wide web. At least it is for me; deep down I suppose I'm still a little shy. In a sugar-coated nutshell, today marks one year from the first time Abby was admitted to Scottish Rite. It was a very rough time. But I learned a lot, grew a lot, learned to appreciate my life and be thankful for my many blessings. Believe it or not, while I still occasionally cry, not all of my choa memories are bad. Choa is an amazing place and we Georgians don't know how lucky we are to have it here; of course let's pray you never need to know how lucky you are!
Today we celebrated life and Abby's amazing health and the fact that one year later she is perfectly healthy & medically boring. Thank you to all our loving family and friends who supported us through such a tough month; I love you and am so thankful for you. Thank you also to those of you who helped us honor Abby on her birthday with donations to Choa. The kids and I made an afternoon out of driving down to Scottish Rite and dropping off a big bag of brand new toys. It's such a tiny act, but a much needed reminder of how far we've come and of those that are where we were then.
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