We were so blessed this past Saturday as so many of our friends and family joined us to celebrate Tobin. Thank you for coming, even if you joined us in spirit, we felt the love. We have come so far and you have held us on your backs when we felt like falling on the ground. Your messages of love, outpouring of physical support in so many forms, unending prayers, and smiles, are what carried me. I am beyond grateful.
On Saturday, I looked around and all our tables were full, our road lined with cars, so many kids were running and laughing, Tobin was being passed from one set of loving arms to the next, and my heart was full. I could see and hear the love, in the flesh, that has been given to us. I tried to thank every one of you before you left, but don't know if I succeeded, but know how much we appreciate you all. I said to one dear friend, "we've made it, we've made it". We have made it, but not without casualty and heartache. There was one little boy, who would have turned one tomorrow if he had arrived on his due date, who was missing from the earthly celebration. I trust our angel was looking down on his little brother and beaming with pride.