Hello to all:
When I read what Connor wrote earlier this evening, I was deeply touched, and took a few extra moments to reflect upon how much this blog has come to mean both to me and to Brian. When Kevin suggested that Brian pull this together months ago, neither of us had any real appreciation of what the blog would ultimately mean to our family.
We scrolled through the blog tonight, and noticed that there were several pictures of me in which I am visibly ill; to be honest, just looking at some of them gives me the creeps. I know that Brian has mixed feelings about such shots – on the one hand, they are painful reminders that there is only so much he can do to alleviate the specific situations in which I find myself, which I know kills him at times. On the other, he wants to be sure that he never loses an accurate perspective, and I support this view, even if I don’t find the photos (or the descriptions) very flattering. For my part, I hope to be able to look back on all the rougher moments with a sense of triumph, when all of this insanity is in the past. I know that sometimes Brian wants to show me as a wolf, and at others he wants to show me as some variant of Lady Frankenstein. Believe me, I do want to censor him from time to time, but I can’t really tell him not to be himself. He’s my biggest fan, as sappy as that sounds. Besides, I think it's all pretty funny, and part of the gift.
In spite of all of this, I know that Brian will find ways to cope. For some reason, when the kids write, I find myself becoming a wreck. I worry, at times, that I cannot live up to the standards Connor and Kelly have painted as my day-to-day performance record. Certainly, they are seeing me through rose-colored glasses…but God I love them all so much.