When we received the message from Annie early on Wednesday morning, we knew we needed to go immediately. But obviously, with it being near the end of school and our younger kids at home, it was a bit complicated to just take off. And yet, I knew. I knew that all I had to do was ask our older kids to step in and they would come running. And that is exactly what they did. And I can’t get over it.
Taking time off work, coming after work, leaving early in the morning to drive far away to work, all of them staying at the house through the night even though one adult would have been enough, giving up any plans or important things they had for two days to rally around each other and take care of everything without a single thought. In fact, the only thing they told me before we left is “Mom, please just go and get to Annie” and that I shouldn't give anything else a single thought because they would take care of it. And they did. All while praying and loving and worrying for their sister, and especially Scott's family, constantly.
I do not understand why God gave us the six most incredible humans I have ever known, and then allowed a seventh most incredible human to join our family (and let’s add an eighth that is not “officially” a part of our family, but pretty much is and who was every bit as involved in being there for the kids.) But I’m forever grateful to Him that He did.
Being their mother is the greatest gift I have ever been given. I hope they know that. I’ll never stop being thankful for them and to my God for allowing me the honor of being their mom.

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