Inbox

I do not speak Greek. The last words of my previous post were "I love you" and "thank you" but I can't remember now which one was which. I learned them by Googling 'Greek for thank you and I love you'.

So to the Internet I say... Efharisto. S'agapo. 
Both of them because I still don't know which one was which.

It's so funny this medium that we have available to us. If you could see my inbox and the whole picture, you'd laugh. I think. This week especially. Because you know I don't blog about everything. Not even close. Which is how I can receive a hateful e-mail which caused me to rely on the Atonement and put forgiveness to the ultimate test the same day I receive a comment that maybe I shouldn't be a 'cussin. And I had to laugh. out. loud. If only they had seen my entire inbox this person might have realized that perhaps that day I had earned a string of expletives. But it's okay because the very next day I get an awesome shout-out of support and encouragement (regarding the first e-mail) and a hilarious comment offering me a pirated copy of Jillian's 30 Day Shred. (Are you calling me fat :) ?) This was all sprinkled with some nice comments about my cute kids. (Aunt Marti, wanna meet at the Happiest Place on Earth?) Then the next day among the funny's forwarded by my father in law and the silly texts back and forth between my sisters (Ya goobers.) I got another note of love, support, and encouragement where I was offered both kind words and a cupcake. Score!

To all of it. To all of you. Efharisto. S'agapo.


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Starting tomorrow I will be posting daily updates of both Porkchop and some other FYI regarding cleft lip/palate. I found some super helpful information on-line and I'm banking on the fact that the waiting room will have wi-fi. So this week...All Cleft All the Time. Think of it like Shark Week. Kind of boring, but you just can't help but watch. And my kid is way cuter than some dumb 'ole shark.