9 cards written.
1 read each day.
1 airport drop off.
5 tearful goodbyes.
0 family in town.
3 tiny kids.
1 cranky baby who wanted to sleep in my bed.
1 minute and 30 seconds of terror.
1 voice of reason at 3:30 am.
1 friend who stayed with the girls.
1 friend who drove us to the hospital.
175 heartbeats per minute.
0 more seizures.
1 specialist referral.
1 missed day of work.
1 co-worker who took care of my class.
1 friend who came to sit and listen.
48 diapers changed.
1 friend who brought donuts and encouragement.
3 sleepless nights.
Lots of prayer.
4 days of potty training regression.
4 loads of laundry.
1 friend who brought coffee at a desperate hour.
50 encouraging texts.
1 fearful drop off at daycare.
5 photos of him that day.
1 friend who brought dinner and a babysitter.
17 fights refereed.
1 allergic reaction.
2 missed events.
1 more friend with donuts.
2 parents who showed up to help for 2 days.
20 FaceTime calls to Southeast Asia.
15 temper tantrums.
2 more friends who offered to bring dinner.
9 days of longing.
1 trip back across the ocean.
1 beautiful reunion.
5 Mackeys under 1 roof.
Endless praises to God for keeping us safe, bringing us back together, and providing a village to step into the gap.
To the single moms or moms who have to parent solo for a season, please call me. You do hard things.