When Words Escape
This place has been a safe haven for over six years. Sometimes I share a little, sometimes a lot. I don’t aspire to be the next Dickens or Tolstoy, only t...
Category: Baby Gray
It was the Last
It was a Monday. It was this Monday; not by date, but as it falls. The Monday between celebrating his fifth birthday with friends and celebrating it for real. I...
Tomorrow Will Be Different
Today, he built Lego sets and ate chocolate chip pancakes bigger than his head, but tomorrow will be different. Today, we lounged around, not a worry in the wor...
The Happy Recap
After an emotional last week at Happy House (for me, not him), we had a wonderful graduation ceremony (where I didn’t cry at all). He sang his heart out a...
The Case for a Playroom
A couple of weeks ago, I had an epiphany about why I couldn’t turn our extra room into a guest room. I kept the door shut, blocking out the boxes and the ...
Oh, My Heart
I walked him into school this morning, just as I have for the last three years. Monday and Wednesday, off he goes. He spends his day learning, playing, showing ...
I Just Can’t Imagine
People tell me all the time that they, “just can’t imagine…” They can’t imagine counting carbs and keeping track of every meal or ...
A Day in the Life of Our T1D Journey
A quick note: this is a calm day, one with no highs or lows in the middle of the night. No highs or lows at school or sports. This is most of our days, but ther...
Type 1, Part 3: Real Life
For Type 1, Part 1: Thisty, read here.For Type 1, Part 2: Hospitalized, read here. As we walked out the front doors of Dell Children’s Medical Cente...