Oh my! We had the most fantastic day on the mountain today. . .maybe the most fantastic day ever! The weather was absolutely perfect and we were together with the kids and Andy was with us and we had tons of friends. . .it was a perfect day! I am so thankful that we get to live here so that our weekends can be like a vacation every time they come around! I'm also so thankful that Andy is home every single weekend for the next three months and he will get to snowboard with us each time! Yipee! (Hays wasn't with us because he was practicing with the team, but we stalked him on the half pipe a couple of times and it felt like we were all together just for those moments!)
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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