Weekends are for taking a break and enjoying a more quiet and slow pace. While I took an extra long shower, breathing in the peace and solitude that only a locked bathroom door can provide, Shawn entertained River with his guitar. Do you remember when the neurologist told Shawn that the nerve damage caused by his accident was so extensive, he would never regain function of his arm and/or hand? Since that day, those test results have served as the most powerful motivation tool for my husband, inspiring him to work day after day to rebuild his strength and range of motion. He never misses a physical therapy session, works tirelessly on his exercises and stretches, and reminds me daily: "I WILL play my guitar again". And friends, he is doing it. He is teaching his hand to play again. With his son by his side and his determination propelling him forward, he is strumming his guitar slowly but surely. He is my hero.
Weekends are for spending time with family and blowing raspberries. Brees is falling in love with her little brother more and more everyday. This weekend, she lifted his little shirt and blew raspberries on his baby belly, giggling so loudly that the whole family was drawn into the room to see what all the fuss was about. She had a rough time accepting her little brother at first, acting out and completely ignoring his existence. I can't say that I blame her: SHE was the baby before he arrived. But, with a lot of patience, some extra quality time, and numerous pep talks, she is beginning to understand that she will ALWAYS be our baby. Just like Belle, just like River. We love them all so big because our hearts keep stretching with each child. She may have to share her parents and sister more now, but she's gaining a new best friend in the process.