Five Years Since the Fontan (Failure)

It’s been five years since Marsh had his third open heart surgery.

I don’t care to remember the details of that trip to Boston but I do care to remember how hard he has fought (and still fights) to be here with us.

Thank you so much for being you, Marsh, in all of your Marshallness.

And thank you to everyone who has sent a good thought or prayer to him. Please keep sending them since the world’s best medical teams can only do so much. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Sweetness

It’s no secret that parenthood (especially as a mom of teens and practicing teens) is a relatively thankless experience with few returns and lots of sacrifice.

When I put Marsh to bed last night, in those moments before he drifted off, he declared (at random out of nowhere):

“Mom, you are the best mom on earth. I love you so, so much. You are so good to me and you do so much….I am so thankful for what you do. No, wait… you are the best mom in the entire universe, of all time. Ever.

And my dad, I am the luckiest boy. He is the best. He is so good. We have so much fun.”

I was blown away.