Remember me? It's been awhile. I just want to start by saying that I am so very behind on reading your blogs, and I'm sorry. I'd love to say that I'm going to sit here for the next several hours and play catch up, but I'm not going to lie to you like that.
I got home from Mobile last night. I'd been down since Thursday - spending the majority of my time at the hospital with my family. My grandpa is still very sick and continues to be nonresponsive. The neurologist told us that he has slipped into a deep coma, and he's afraid he won't come out of it. I don't think any of us are ready to deal with that possibility yet. We're trying so hard to hold on to hope. But at the same time, I know we need to be prepared to deal with whatever happens. It's just so hard. I pray we will all have the strength we need to get through this.
I was lucky enough to pull baby duty Friday morning so my aunt could go to the hospital with Mama. Her kids are precious. Blaize, her fiery four year old, is hilarious. He has declared me his new best friend. His favorite questions were, "Hey, what you doin?" and "Where that dog?" I had to keep assuring him that Toby was outside. His sister Calleigh, who is a few months shy of two, proved to be quite the little instigator. She would swipe whatever Blaize happened to be holding (a book, the remote, a pillow) then run off, laughing hysterically. Keeping up with them is a full-time job. I have the utmost respect for my aunt and uncle! They must end each day utterly exhausted.
I wish I had taken some new pictures... the best I have to offer are from last August:
And yes, Blaize is always that excited. About everything. And the fact that both of them have their mouths wide open should be a hint that they love to talk. To everyone. All the time. Even strangers. It must run in the family.