Birdhouse in your soul

The birdhouse is a beautiful gift that Monkey chops got from his godmother.

She is a really good friend and a loving soul.

She is his godmother for so many reasons.

She sat with me on several occassions after baba arrived and helped me come to terms with our unexpected path in life. Seems like a lifetime ago. Already I know there wasn't a whole lot to be worried about. Yes Down Syndrome is different but I can cope with different - in fact I embrace it now. I am amazed by my son every day.

She also reminded me matter-of-factly that no matter what your child is like it is your role to care for and nurture them. I was so scared that I couldn't even see that. I was of course going through the motions and loved my child with all my heart but I was so terrified of the future that I wasn't able to enjoy the present.
Nobody knows what's in the future. But isn't that a good thing?

She helped me a lot with acceptance.

And now we see her birdhouse every time we look out the kithcen window.

Papa hung it for us. Taking this photo was hilarious.
Nanny - take off that hat
Papa - stands back and turns the hat inside out (she really hates this side of the hat)
Me - click

A few backblips
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I love Blip. But I just can't get to it every day. And I can't always find the time to say what I really want to say. I write it in my head as I fall asleep then can't remember the exact words. I would be a great writer if I could stay awake long enough. Guess it'll be a few years before that changes.

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