This was a time when we felt especially blessed to live near my parents. When we left our appointment on Tuesday with the worst news of the week we drove straight to their house and fell into their arms. Throughout the week, as we learned more information or had last minute appointments scheduled they dropped anything they were doing at the last minute to join us, listen to us, and stand by our side. My mom brought us dinner (which I ate three or four bites of before promptly throwing up), but her presence and intentions nourished us more than the food itself. They were every bit as heartbroken as we were - or more - but stayed strong for us throughout the week.
Robert's parents live in Georgia, but after work on Friday they drove four hours to see us, hug us, and be near us. His mom cooked for us all day on Saturday and filled our freezer with meals for the weeks to come. They were only here 24 hours, but in that time they were able to comfort us and restore us like only parents can. I am so very thankful for my in-laws.
We are beginning to understand what parents' love for their child is like. As much as we already love Baby Girl Hardy and yearn for only good things for her, our parents somehow love us even more. They've had nearly thirty years to practice it. We are so fortunate to have good examples of marriage and of parenting in our parents and are grateful for the close, positive and healthy adult relationships we cherish with them now. Just as this week has brought Robert and me closer together it has also strengthened our bonds with our parents. This is one of those small little blessings.
Baby Girl Hardy is going to be so lucky to have these four grandparents doting on her and loving her like only grandparents can. And we are daily counting them among our many blessings.
Big Daddy, Mama K, Sweet Mama, and Daddy Bob