Fourteen years ago today I walked down the aisle to Louis Armstrong singing What a Wonderful World. Hearing that soulful voice croon the words: “I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom for me and you And I think to myself, what a wonderful world...” it never entered my mind that … Continue reading And I Think to Myself…

Well we made it through the first week of a new school year, which means summer is officially over. Summer seemed to f-l-y by this year, which was maybe a little bit of a blessing and a little bit of a curse. I started the summer numb, if I'm being honest. School got out just … Continue reading Things I’ve Learned

I won't tell you how many partial posts are sitting in my "Drafts" box. Things I've started to say, things I've wanted to say, things I've tried to say, but things that have ended up lacking any kind of form. Words are still having a hard time finding form for me these days. It's getting better, … Continue reading Listening

Words are a funny thing. You can have a million of them running through your mind all at once, all dressed up with no place to go. So many words, all lacking any logical form or coherence, so that, if you did try to form some of them together in an attempt to answer all … Continue reading Words

I remember sitting in Corey's ICU room one night and Crystal, one of the Respiratory Therapists, said to me, "You've been here for two weeks and I've never once seen that TV on." I chuckled and said, "Yeah, I've got a lot on my mind. A lot to pray about." If you've been following this … Continue reading “You’re Gonna Be OKay”

I've spent the past five days planning my husband's funeral. Some will call it a celebration of life service and that's OK. It won't offend me. I'll be calling it a funeral. I'll spend the rest of my life celebrating Corey and keeping him alive in and through and for my children, but this next … Continue reading (You’re) Doing it Right

So many thoughts. It's hard to know where to begin. Corey spent all day Sunday breathing on his own. Darryl, our night Respiratory Therapist switched him from breathing on his own back over to the machine about midnight, not because he necessarily needed it, but because he wanted him to have a restful night knowing … Continue reading Still Unshaken

For those of you asking, this is exactly what my day looked like: I'm literally sitting here waiting for him to wake up and I am all out of words for the day. I am grateful for all of your continued prayers. My heart is full of much love and appreciation for all of you.

Today was a good day. Mulu, our nurse for today, a wonderful man from Ethiopia, came in right at 7 AM and turned all Corey's sedatives off. He knew the goal for today was to make even more progress toward waking Corey up and getting him to breathe on his own. He was on board … Continue reading One Step Closer

Friday felt like what I'll call an emotional hangover. It was around 2 AM before I finally closed me eyes and nodded off a bit, on the promise from our super sweet nurse Cici that she'd wake me if anything happened. After the emotional roller coaster of having the kids at the hospital and those … Continue reading Forward Progress = Flight of the Bumblebee