tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616088007192032193.post1316450838518483423..comments2023-07-10T10:46:59.752-04:00Comments on The Journey of the deFoors: When the good news goes bad...Jamie Lynn and the boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11723208398359116122noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616088007192032193.post-6665751573996874712010-04-14T08:43:54.677-04:002010-04-14T08:43:54.677-04:00This whole thing has me so bummed. I would honestl...This whole thing has me so bummed. I would honestly rather them all come in one day ... together. I've felt like we've had this little "band of sisters" while we wait and I don't like getting my good news before others get theirs. <br /><br />I love ya, keep on truckin'.AGoodKindOfCrazyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14184429922947734357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616088007192032193.post-11173192606766531652010-04-13T22:49:01.452-04:002010-04-13T22:49:01.452-04:00I'm not as eloquent as your New Zealand reader...I'm not as eloquent as your New Zealand reader, but just know that we're all here for you in spirit. Lots of warm thoughts and virtual hugs from the perpetually damp and gray Germany.Uma and Wilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01266649997414096530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616088007192032193.post-45415270428897414672010-04-13T22:22:29.668-04:002010-04-13T22:22:29.668-04:00Oh honey - I peek in at your blog often - your boy...Oh honey - I peek in at your blog often - your boys remind me of mine when they were small(; Delicious. <br />My heart breaks for you as I remember when my husband was away overseas with work it was always the kids who suffered the most with the questions that were too hard to answer. People kept asking me what we (our family) were going to do when he got home - I ended up saying said "nothing! we just going to be. just be." Sounds really dumb - but they don't have to do anything, they just have to be there. All great plans for huge parties like years before slowly peel away in the weeks of delays until all you're left with is being so tired, and just wanting them. Just them. <br />I really hope he isn't too far away - and just remember the heartfelt ache you had for him when you sit on cold porcelain in the bathroom in the middle of the night... when he forgets to put the seat down..(*<br />We're all sending our love and prayers to you out here in blogland(-:<br />Your New Zealand Reader xxxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com