Last weekend was a great time with family! I've talked about that on several posts, but I haven't really highlighted my parents. They are wonderful! After working tirelessly all summer, they graciously open their house and their arms to their children and grandchildren and make us have the most fun week we could imagine! They are exhausted and yet they cook and play and do whatever it takes to have fun! We do all of the kids' camp laundry, we track dirt in the house, we spread toys all over the living room. . . we make a disaster wherever we all go (eleven grandkids worth of mess). But, we also got to spend four days with them playing at K-Kaua'i and in the Party Barn and at Silver Dollar City. . . laughing and making memories we won't forget. Then, as per our annual tradition, my Dad drove out to Colorado with us and we spent the day at Durango Mountain Resort. My kids look forward to that time and so do I. Thanks Mom and Dad for making us have the best six days we could ask for! I love you both so much!!!
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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