Tuesday Morning...

It is hard to believe that a week has now passed since I got that early morning phone call. A whirlwind, and we know little more today than we did that first day. Little more than we know his will is strong. We know his body is strong. We know his love is strong. So strength is what we continue to hold onto. I am getting ready to head out to take H to swimming lessons. She is progressing so much I know he daddy will be proud of her. E always our little "snoodle" has also adapted well to the business of our life. I will take them to lunch after the lessons today, so we can have some quiet time to ourselves. Later today when the girls are with T, I will meet their pediatrition at the hospital today to talk about the girls and what to tell them. He is a good man, who knows our whole family and I am sure he will have some good advice for me. I also have some other resources that I will consult before making any decisions. He had a good night last night. He remains stable. Time. Time is all we have right now and time is everything. I am sure there some amusement for Eric in my having to find patience. He knows it is not my strong suit, or really any suit associated with me. But for him I will find it, embrace it. I can hear the girls in the living room with MB getting ready for the day, singing silly songs about rainbows and snowmen. That is a good thing.