Last Valentine's Day, Lou, Ty and I were in the pediatric intensive care unit (PICU) at Weill Cornell NY Presbyterian Hospital. In hindsight, those days were horrific... but we were clinging onto hope. Hope ends only when you stop believing, and we will never stop believing in Ty. God, he has been through so much. He is one amazing kid. SuperTy indeed. I love him and Gavin to infinity and back and I am the luckiest mommy in the world.
This Valentine's Day was an entirely different story. Ty spent the morning with me at preschool where he made beautiful Valentine's for all of his loved ones. He was walking around his classroom with minimal support from me, and he got a huge smooch on the cheek from one of his classmates (so did I, she is a sweetheart). Then we spent the rest of the day at home with Gavin, having tons of fun doing nothing special. Lou came home with flowers and we enjoyed a very loud, unromantic home-cooked meal filled with constant interruptions from Ty and Gavin. They were asleep early tonight and Lou and I are now watching some romantic comedy and calling it a night.
I posted this to my facebook tonight because I love it:
I asked a wise man, “Which is more important, to love or to be loved?” The man replied with another question: “Which is more important to a bird, the left wing or the right wing?”
Happy Valentine's Day to all of you.