Wednesday, June 23, 2010
I want Jace to tell me "Get me a cookie right now." And then I want to correct him and then hear him say, "Get me a cookie right now, please." I want to drive in my car and hear him from the back seat say, "Stacey, I love you, Stacey." Nothing feels better. Nothing feels ok. I don't know how anything will ever feel good again.
We have appreciated so much all the support. We need it now. Don't believe everything you read. Pray for us. Pray for Leslie. There is a long road ahead. I'll try and post more tomorrow or the next day.