Brian and I decided it was only fitting to eat at Georgia's for our anniversary. It's a little known spot that actually handled the catering for our wedding (yum, yum food!). We love it because it's rarely too crowded on Friday nights and the same people have been working there for years. Saturday night we went to Whitney and Taylor's swimming party:
But unfortunately, this is what the pool looked like for most of the party:
There was a storm brewing with thunder and eventually we saw lightning. We got to swim just a little bit before going home so it wasn't a total bust--but there's no doubt that a pool party is the best kind of party to have in the middle of an Arkansas summer!Vacation Bible School started last night and will go until Wednesday night. Clayton's favorite part is the music of course, I had to beg him to work on his crafts project! He was more into throwing the paper than coloring, although Vicki did get him to color for a few seconds for this picture:



We had some extra time at the hospital today so I thought I would visit the NICU to see some old friends. These two ladies helped take excellent care of Clayton (and his family!). Amelia (on the left) holds such a special place in my heart--she was one of Shawn's primary nurses and was taking care of him the morning he died. I eventually talked her into being a primary nurse for Clayton and she helped nurse my hurts just as much as she did his. I learned a lot about grieving and dealing with heartache from her--and definitely a lot about "rising from the ashes" in spite of your circumstances. Peggy (on the right) was a superwoman of a nurse! She is now a nurse practitioner in the NICU and I've never learned so much about preemies and other NICU issues as I did from this woman. I also gained a lot of confidence from Peggy--it was hard to be the mom when so many people were involved in my baby's care, but she pushed me to just take the bull by the horns. And because of that I learned early that I was Clayton's parent, advocate, and ultimately the one in charge. She spent many an hour taping ventilator tubes and IV lines so that I could hold Clayton even though he was in such a fragile condition. She was determined to help me bond with my baby as much as possible despite the circumstances. 















Skiing at sunset is the best . . . it's too bad my hands couldn't have lasted longer!



























