A bit of happiness

More NY

Liz and our friend Christy and Teagan and I had a slumber party all weekend. We haven't done something like that in so many years. While the reason for our visit was incredibly sad, in the midst of it all, we found joy in being together with old friends.

Our time in New York

Of my friends in college, here are those of us that are mothers. Well, except Carrie. She had already left when we took the picture.

Teagan looks out at Queens, from the cab.

Here she is, my Carrie. What a mother she is. And a healthy Truman.
Teagan with Mika, my friend since 8th grade.

And Teagan with Carrie

More of Truman with his mom and dad.

A brief update

Hello Friends,

I just returned from New York where I attended a memorial service for Fisher. The gathering of friends and family was magical. My dear Carrie, a mother of triumphant measure, held her own. I was lucky enough to witness her holding her baby, Truman. He is doing well and continues to improve. In his mothers' arms, his fathers hand resting on his head, I saw the love out of which he was created, Truman is beautiful. His brother's spirit lives in him.

As soon as I am able, I will post some of the photos

A great sadness

Today, I am filled with a deep sadness. My dearest friend in the whole world, Carrie and her husband, Michael have lost their 1 month old baby boy. Fisher. Yesterday. The link to their blog is www.twintotwintransfusion.blogspot.com. Fisher was a twin and as of now, his brother, Truman is in critical condition as well. I am writing in hopes that if you read this, you will send all the love and white light and whatever life force you believe in, to them. To Truman who is fighting to live. He will live, we must believe this.

Carrie has been my friend, (though she may argue this) since we were six. I met her in dance class and she fell in love with me or so she says. She thought I was really cool and wanted to be my friend. According to her I was very rude and dismissive of her friendship. I do remember this to a degree. She was always telling me I had pretty hair and always much bugging me. A few times during these early years I would go over to her house because both of our dads were softball coaches. She says she would be so excited for me to come and I didn't even want to play in her room.

Well, we continued on this one-sided friendship. I suppose she just had the foresight to know that one day I would be the one vying for her love and attention. By the time 7th grade came around, she was already attending the School of the Arts, I didn't come until 8th grade. I was a stranger to everyone but Carrie befriended me. She was big enough to see through my years of unfriendship and accept me now that I needed her. I should have known then, she is of remarkable integrity.

We were inseparable from that time on and in college, we were roommates. We were both accepted into a school with very few girls and it was amazing how lucky we were to both be there. During those college years, our friendship changed and was marked by a love so fierce, I knew we would never be apart. In those years, which for me, were full of remarkable struggle she would often hold me in her arms. With a confidence I couldn't muster for myself, she had hope for me and held that hope until I was ready to embrace it myself. In many ways, she saved me from myself.

Carrie was with me when I delivered Tessa, she has been with me when I've run marathons, we shared our weddings... there is little we have not been through together. And today in in the days and months to come I only pray I can return to her the hope she has given me.

May she and her family be in your hope as well.

A morning exchange

Tessa and tosh converse

I thought this was such a treat, to witness the interaction between Tessa and her friend, Tosh, who is just a month younger than her. This particular day was filled with very little conflict and incredibly mature exchange of conversation.

halloween bunnies