This week was hard and amazing...so, a normal week. :)
February 14
Valentine's Day! I'm one of those who fully buys into the commercialism of Valentine's Day. Yes, we should show love every day, but also, what could be the harm in making a big deal of a day in February?
After treatment #4, Amy and I walked across the street from the hotel to Cheesecake Factory. I felt bad pulling Amy away from her family on a special day, but I sure was happy to have her. She's an in-the-trenches-with-you kind of girl.
Every love story is different but ours is my favorite.
He's not as romantic as I wish he was, but he sure is strong and steady and can shoulder a heavy burden. Though we didn't spend Valentine's together and I didn't get any flowers or poems, I am sure of his love and his commitment to our vows (especially the 'in sickness and in health' part ;)
We enjoyed a slow morning and breakfast at a cute diner before checking out of the hotel and getting to treatment #5, my last. YAY!! It was so good to head home and say goodbye to being in New York.
I put on work clothes and makeup and embraced the fake-it-til-you-make-it school of thought. I also way over did it, not quite ready for the 10-hour workday I did, but life goes on.
These two at their morning post, watching for the school bus.
Shaun encouraged me at the very beginning of our foster care journey to make peace with the fact that a high level of nonsense comes with DCF. I did, but still it amazes me.
I love my office and the sunlight that streams through.
My niece had a basketball tournament close-ish, so she spent the night and then Amy and I took the kids to the game. It worked out that we had just the '06 Club, who all have closed-mouth smiles because of their braces. They had so much fun together and Lainie was dominate on the court, scoring the game-winning shot with just seconds on the clock.
My dearest friend from our high school days was in town briefly so we snagged a breakfast date. We've never been ones to communicate much when we're apart, but a couple times a year we pick back up where we left off and that time is gold.
I used to work for an agency that ran group homes & provided services for adults with mental retardation. I was the admin & part of my duties was to do new hire intake. And THAT required fingerprinting the new hires. We didn't have a fancy machine - just black ink and cards. Boy was that an adventure. I kind of miss the smell of the stuff I bought to get the ink off of their fingers (it was an auto grease remover I think & it smelled like oranges)
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