That dubious honor was my own.
But it's the first kid.
Yael's birthday was today, and her party is tomorrow.
Sammy turned seven right after his first set of treatment concluded, after he was declared "in remission" and his central line was removed a week after his seventh birthday.
|Sammy's 7th birthday|
How can it be that eventually...she will, in fact, pass him up?!
Forever 8. He's forever 8.
She's doing quite well. Yael is her own little person, so full of life and so full of joy.
She misses Sam. She talks about him all the time. And sometimes she doesn't.
She included him in her math homework the other day:
Draw a picture of your family from tallest to shortest.
"Can I put Sammy in?"
|6 personas en mi familia (with a heart) - six people in my family|
|during Sam's BMT hospitalization|
Today...I couldn't stop thinking about him. How desperately I just wish he was here.
To be annoyed by her birthday. To be irritated that she is the center of attention.
That it's not his birthday.
Even that, I miss.
|June, 2010 "we're cooling off our tushies!"|
|March, 2010 - pajamas, of course|