The Power of the Positive and Brees

I have buried myself in the love and support of family and friends this weekend.  I have
read and re-read all of your comments, emails, and text messages.  My responses have
been scarce as I have just not had the energy to tell the story over and over again, to talk
 about the harsh reality that Shawn has had this set back.  He is still in the hospital but
doing very well, in great spirits and working hard to get back to a healthy place.  I
cherish every single moment with him, every conversation, every love letter we pass
back and forth.  It is impossible to think of all we've been through these last few
months.  Every time I try to wrap my mind around all that has happened, I feel my chest
begin to ache.  But we are here, we are alive, and we have each other.  That is more than
I could ever ask for.

This weekend, I took my Brees outside to sit in the sun and enjoy a popscicle: a simple
summer activity that has become way too scarce these days.  With everything that has
been going on, I feel myself holding onto these moments for dear life, soaking them in
and memorizing every detail.  She walked back and forth across the patio, sharing her
treat with the dogs, making puddles and then playing in them.  Every few minutes or so,
she walked back to me to kiss me and hug my legs, to climb into my lap with her sticky
hands.  And then she would climb down to walk around and play some more.

Gravitating around me, she played like that for a long while.  She was so happy to just play
and be with her mama, to give an endless amount of love.  I am so thankful for this little
girl and the way her heart knows no bounds.  I am so thankful to be her mama.
When loneliness attempts to overpower my heart and the sadness I feel over what Shawn
is going through makes me feel helpless, Brees always seems to sense my pain.  She hugs
me just a little bit longer and smiles right deep into my soul.  Her positive spirit strengthens
me and keeps me going each and every day.