so.

so. sigh. i suppose i should get started again. it's been a long time and we're already behind.

to put it out there, i'm avoiding posting our pictures from Christmas Eve. Its all very raw, too raw for me right now. On January 21, Frankie's dad died. Unexpectedly, an infection grew in his body, made him septic and he just couldn't fight. We had time to hope, time to pray and finally, time to say goodbye. I suppose we should be thankful for that. And I know, deep down, that we will always be thankful that we had Christmas.

I will never, ever forget Finn's out of controlness, and the way Frank Sr was the only one to get him to calm down and sit for a second. More than a second, really. They just sat and played, quietly with eachother. It was the best moment that Finn had ever had with Grandpa Frank, and I have to be thankful for that.

But, like I said. Too raw to type, too raw to post pictures. Over one hurdle today, maybe I'll cross the next tomorrow.