The other day I brought Stevie into school late. When I called the school to let them know of her tardiness, they BEGGED for me to bring the baby in...one of the secretaries hadn't met him yet. So I packed Brady up and brought him in. We stood in the office for about 20 minutes while the office staff and others admired him. I told his story (for the umpteenth time) again to those that didn't know and when I was done, one of the office ladies looks at me and says, "FINALLY...something GOOD has happened in your life." I was sort of taken aback by her comment. It took me a minute to process what she was trying to convey. I think I understood why she probably said what she said, but in reality it didn't make sense because to me, my life has had SO much good in it. Ben was a HUGE part of that 'good' that I'm speaking of. We were so blessed for his 8 years of life in so many ways, so much so that I wouldn't even know where to begin to explain just how blessed!