Take a wild guess who is right up in front of the fire the whole night.
Dear Children, I hope you all sleep through the night and in your own beds. Dear Girls, having our girls night while the boys were camping for the Father & Son's turned out ok for you after the 40min, of crying and yelling because Daddy left. My blinding headache joined us. Taking you out to eat and giving you ice cream and a movie did the trick...this time. Dear L, I can't really categorize you as my VT because you are really my friend. Thank you for lunch and the hours we spent talking. I am so sorry for what you have had to go through, but I am so grateful that Heavenly Father placed you in my life because you can truly understand and that means so much. Dear B&D, it was fun to hang out as a family with you, I love how you always put up with us. I talk about my feelings often, but don't usually show the emotion, sorry for my outburst of tears and thanks for being my friends. Dear Ric, I am glad we got to spend time with you. Taking you to the airport and watching you walk away was about all I could take until I went to get the kids and looked at their faces and realized that was my limit. They cried all the way home. Dear Home Teacher, we got the best. When I tell the kids you are here they run with smiles on their faces so excited and repeatedly ask when you are coming back. You play with them and teach them and they know you care about them. I am so so grateful. They call you Brother Happy Face. Dear Headache, I have carried you around for two weeks now, every day. I wake up and you are there, I go to sleep and you are there. You even hurt in my dreams, literally. I never feel rested and my face and eyes are puffy and swollen looking (if you are me and know the difference)and I am so fatigued all the time. I've tried everything and would probably try anything you put in front of me. GO AWAY! Dear Hailey, you sat up in your bed, on the top bunk, and vomited all over your blankets and down the wall. You have done this since you were 6months old, I thought you would out grow it. At least you rarely ever get sick and you only threw up once. Dear Gag List, in the last 2 weeks there has been so much vomit I don't know if I will ever eat again-mexican food, milk, spaghetti, taquitos, anything red. Dear Kade, I took you to your first split peas class against your will. You ended up loving it, well the playing part. You said you don't know why you have to go because me and dad don't even fight. That actually made me feel really good because that means that all of my efforts to protect you from that have been worth it or maybe you just don't remember. Either way. The teacher said you wouldn't talk about it. Dear Avary, you got your second good citizen award, I think you are only supposed to get one, this time for showing so much Wonder, the first step to knowledge. And you won the presidential award for Physical Education. You get a t-shirt. You are still so humble and innocent. When I ask you why you won you say "I don't know, but I get a t-shirt and a donut" and then giggle. You are just being you. Dear Self, I'm not really sure how I made it this far through the week. I don't like starting my week having to watch my husband walk away for the last time as my husband. I can do hard things, right? Even with a blinding headache, there just might be more tears.
