Tonight my parents opened their house so that the kids best friends from Branson could come over. It was so great to be together with good dear friends. The Blackwell family and the Pierson family came over and it was the best four hours we could have asked for! Twelve kids bouncing on the trampoline and playing together. . .the laughter was so loud but in the most wonderful way imaginable! I miss friendships like those that were in this house tonight! Two of my dearest friends are the mothers of my kids friends and that made the time all the more sweet! It was a great night of laughter and just being known and loved. I think it was refreshing for all of us (even though there were a few teary goodbyes)! What a night! Thanks, Kelly and Melissa for bringing your kids over! Thanks GoGo and Pops for letting us invade your home. Tonight was a TEN!
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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