Lunch as a Family

Maddy, Ethan and I went to church today. It's been eight days since her surgery. It was hard to walk into church, not because I didn't want to be there. It was difficult because I was unsure how many questions or hugs or looks of concern the kids and I could handle. I was particularly concerned how the older two would handle the attention after service.

We all did fine. No one broke down crying. People seemed to sense that a hug was adequate. It was helpful that the kids were dragging me out of church, excited to pick-up some food from Wendy's and head over to the hospital.

We ate lunch as a family. It was nice. Meaghan was a little more alert and watched her brother and sister. I was worried that it wouldn't be enough, but they seemed renewed and excited just to see her eyes looking around and sometimes watching them.

For now, I can call today a good day. We were all together for a brief time. No one fought. We chuckled at Maddy's and Ethan's antics to rouse their sister. It was some perverse sense of normal, but at least we were all together.