BeBe and PaPa are in town. The kids were SO excited to see them. BeBe's only request for this trip was that we go rafting as a family. So, today Andy loaded up the boat and paddles and life jackets and I loaded up the kids and we headed for the river. Most of us were not too excited about this family rafting day, but it ended up being the best day! We had SO much fun! Andy was a super guide (we didn't tip over) and all of the bad attitudes and scared ones wanted to go a second time. I am hooked! Hopefully we will do that again so soon! (I hate it that I don't have pictures, but since I was actually in the raft doing life, I didn't get to record life.)
The grief of a stepmom. This post has had so many titles: The Invisible Grief of a Stepmom, The Silent Grief of a Stepmom, The Lonely Grief of a Stepmom. . . the grief of a stepmom is like no other grief because it feels so homeless. My stepson died a few weeks ago. Marc and I have only been married eight months and Mackay, my stepson, lived in NYC and we rarely got to see him (he didn't get to come to the wedding or Cabo and didn't stay with us when he came to town), so I didn't have much of a relationship with him. So there is a weird layer of loosing someone I hardly knew and I feel like that is the layer that makes the most sense to everyone. While the family was mourning, I was the one organizing all of the meals coming in from our wonderful friends and neighbors, I was cleaning up one meal and setting up for the next. I was keeping the house in order and making sure Marc was able to surround himself with the friends and family he needed to make it through the
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