Tomorrow is the second anniversary of Sophie’s second open-heart surgery.

This afternoon Ray and Annabelle left on a Brownie camping trip (earning my husband the Dad of the Year award, since he didn’t renege when he learned he was the only father going!) so it will be just the two of us this weekend.

Sophie and I will be busy celebrating tomorrow, so I wanted to share this now. It’s our newest refrigerator art — it came home in her backpack a few days ago, drawn by a friend in her class.

Yeah, I thought, when I looked at the sweet drawing. I’ve been thinking about Sophie’s heart a lot lately, too.

Taking a step back from the week’s tumultuous events, I have to admit that  it’s a nice luxury, being able to worry about hurt feelings and slights from bullies, rather than leaking valves and oxygen deprivation.

Thank you again, Dr. Michael Teodori, for fixing Sophie’s heart. Not so long ago, a kid with that heart defect wouldn’t have been around for first grade.

And now, you’ll have to excuse me. I have a dinner date with the cutest six year old around.