6:15 a.m.  That's what time he finally fell asleep.  Gavin up since 7.  How will Lou and I get through the day!?

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  1. Leslie SmithAugust 22, 2012 at 2:14 PM

    Cindy...I wish I lived next to you, as I know we would be quick friends, then I could come and give you and Lou a much needed break. I can feel your pain (well as much as I can imagine?) and know the exhaustion levels, although my twins are quite loud and may wake your somber? LOL...keep the fight up, you already won, but to stay on top you must rise above, which you have done time and time again. I still have those moose turds candies, was holding them because I did not want to send them if Ty was having a tough time swallowing and did not want to throw any fuel to the fire...if he is ok with them please let me know, as I would love to send a package for him and Gavin to open. With much love and hugs coming your way...
    the Smiths, from Alaska!!!

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  2. AnonymousAugust 23, 2012 at 6:43 PM

    Oh Cindy, I hope you slept at some point. I am so sorry for the night you guys had. You are such a beautiful spirit. All of you. I know you hear it all the time, but good times are ahead. Yes.. they still do exist. God bless you

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  3. mariannefrostAugust 24, 2012 at 9:21 PM

    Hmmmmm...so concerned about you all. How are you doing? Sending lots of love and happy thoughts, Marianne

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  4. mariannefrostAugust 24, 2012 at 9:21 PM

    Hmmmmm...so concerned about you all. How are you doing? Sending lots of love and happy thoughts, Marianne

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