In the weeks and days leading up to Blake's transplant, people would ask me, "Does he have any idea of what's going to happen?" I would always respond that no, I didn't think he did. Thankfully.
By the end of the night, we were reading books, he did a puzzle and even colored a bit. But, most importantly, he started smiling just a little bit easier. I miss his ornery face!
I ask that you all continue those prayers you have been so generous in sending our way. A friend of mine said she didn't know how I was keeping it together. I think it is the prayers, love, concern, and support from all of you. THAT is keeping me going. Plus, these four favorites of mine. :)