The pictures are coming fast and furious via text. Fred is already at camp this morning and is getting to hug our little girl for the first time in two weeks.
I am so beyond jealous, it's not even funny.
She looks happy. Older. Wiser, even. But she still looks so little and I can't wait to see her with my own two eyes.
From all reports, she did well. Loved camp and even the bionic pancreas. I'm excited for when Fred meets with the team to find out all the details. Since I can't be there in person, I will be there via Skype. Thank goodness for technology.
These last two week have been glorious. And terrible.
I am so glad Elise had this oppourtunity to spread her wings and be free and amoung her people. The fact that she did so well on her own at the tiny age of 6 (and for the first time ever), speaks volumes about her strength, and I am so proud of her.
And yet it has been overshadowed by the loss of our son. While my heart should be rejoicing, it is instead shrouded in sadness. And I hate that this experience will be forever tainted.
I've been told that in time, that the sadness will grow dim. I just hope that the joy will shine brighter as we get closer to the bionic pancreas being a reality for all with type 1.