Friday, July 24, 2015

My Kids

My kids are awesome.  They are all different but they are all awesome.  Every parent will say they have awesome kids but I really think I do.

They all fight to hold my hand, they all want to help.  I have fallen too many times to count and they have been right there.

C1 gives me "Hug Attacks" and asks me all the time "Are you ok?"  C3 and C4 are always there when a hand needs to be held.  Whether their mom tells them to or not.  C2 is my rock. Just like me, he won't accept this is over till it's over.




Thursday, July 23, 2015

Telling Them

Now I told, I should say we told the kids.........

That was the hardest thing to do.  All of the kids acted differently. C1 to C4, they all cried, some got upset and threw things.  It is the hardest thing ever.  They all got it.

I'm doing books for the kids, which is hard enough by itself but to do it for the C's was even harder.



It's time to go to Houston

I haven't written in some time, cant remember if I know how.

We have gone to Houston and got bad news again.

Seems like every trip to Houston has the TWO B's.  Buc-ees and BadNews.

Kind of different when you're told "do it now", "enjoy your kids", "say goodbye to family and friends.  When shit grows in 3 weeks and you're taking a ton of shit, you'd think the tumors are gonna shrink.  Ummm, no.

It grows.  The tumor grows.  

Gotta break this up or i'll type until I nap.  Which is sometime today.  That seems to be all I do.



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