The Glass Box

My stomach lining can’t take it anymore. I am a worrier. I always have been. I have no idea what I am going to do when I actually have children of my own. They will be forced to live in a glass box their entire existence in order to ease my worries. I am ready for my dad and sister to come home from the Philippines. They left last Friday to help get my Lolo (grandpa) transitioned and home from the hospital. I know he needs them. I know they are blessing him right now, in a bigger way then even he can fathom. But selfishly, even though I don’t see them every day, or even every week, I want them home right now, safely.

I miss them.

Since Dan....(yes I call my little sister a boy's name. yes she loves it) has been on here quite a bit lately, I will leave you with a picture of my pops, warming up for the race at Head for the Cure.

I love and miss you both! Take good care of Lolo and have a safe trip home!
Love,
Shell