Always Faithful.
Today I said something to the Charge Nurse, Liz, that I figured needed posting here.
My exact words were, "I'm just so grateful for the Marine Corps. They've been so supportive through this crisis. We are so fortunate that Kyle has been able to be away from work and here with his family."
As I walked the halls of the PICU, and now "the floor," I gazed in on many, many children who had no visitors. There was a noticeable difference on the weekends -- some kids' visitors would start to arrive on Friday evening, and stay through Sunday evening. We've been fortunate, as both parents and partners, to be here together. And, when we couldn't be here together it was only because our big boy needed one of us at home.
This journey has taught me a lot about gratitude. And grit. And faith. And hope. And love. And sleep deprivation. :-)
When we first got married Kyle always told me "we take care of our own." There is no doubt about that.
To our USMC family, near and far, thank you! We received calls, texts, packages, deliveries, thoughts, and prayers and we could feel the extra Oorah being sent on Finn's behalf.
To the Prince, Frog, Big Duck, Analysts, and spouses of RPD, thank you.
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