It's that time of year again. The stores are full of ties and cufflinks and cologne all ready to be wrapped and presented with a cheesy card with a golf joke on it for Father's Day. For me, if you've followed my blog, you know it's my one time a year to write directly to Will's donor. He may never … [Read more...]
The L Word
On Sunday we went up to Uxbridge to see Santa on the Santa Train. On longer car rides, things tend to go one of three ways: A. He crashes out and I can silently sing along to Meatloaf's Bat Out Of Hell (best car song ever). B. He gets enthralled in his video and is silent the whole time. C. … [Read more...]
Maybe There Are Angels?
Will and I are heading on vacation in ten days. We're off to Jamaica (more on that later!) and both of us are bursting with anticipation. He's looking forward to the swim up bar, the mini golf and the Raggs Pirate Show. I'm looking forward to the swim up bar, the kids club and to hear the … [Read more...]
Size Doesn’t Matter…Or Guilt Either
I had Will in July of 2008. He spent a week in the NICU because he was just a little 5 pounder, or as my sister fittingly announced, 20 quarter-pounders. Three weeks earlier, one of my closest friends had a little boy. He also spent a week in the NICU. Both of them needed their blood sugar levelled … [Read more...]