Our trip to Disney World, Post nipple reconstruction/revision

Be our Guest

Thank you…
for thinking of me
and then wondering
how you could help.
Thank you…
for doing what you did,
instead of being too busy,
or just forgetting about it.
Thank you…
For inking me
on your priority to-do list,
when you have
so many other things to do;
I am honored;
It meant a lot to me.
Thank you.

By Joanna Fuchs

 

Anyone who has read a few of my posts can probably draw the conclusion that I am not a wordsmith.  My writings are not polished but they are real and from the heart.  There are so many people who I wanted to thank. I found this and I think it fits perfectly.

From delivering meals to watching the kids, from stopping by, making a call, sending and e-mail, card, blog comment,  text or even Facebook post.  Goodies and flowers all thoughts from special people who have helped  myself and my family work our way through this experience just a bit smoother.  All appreciated!

There is one person who I have known for years who did none of these things. I know that I should not let things bother me but after oh, 25+ years of “friendship” to not warrant a few words even via text?  I am thankful for this also.  This experience has opened up a world of new friends and shown a light on those that were a bit more shallow. Life is too short to get bogged down.

Anyway, still very sore but at least the pain pills can keep up now, thankfully!  The Disney reservations continued today with the highlight being dinner at the new Be our Guest restaurant.  I am honestly not in love with the menu but that is not the point of eating there for the girls.  It is all about the dream!

And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a 
chair as the dining room proudly presents – 
your dinner!
Be our guest! 

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3 thoughts on “Be our Guest”

  1. I’ve been going through that too with people that I thought were my friends. They have changed in ways that have broken my heart. I am learning how to detach and no longer invest in them as things once were. Life is too short. It’s been a PAINFUL pill to swallow…but I’m doing it too.

  2. Yeah for some reason on my comments it looks like them came in differently. The second post it recognized you and posted immediately but the first as if it did not know you. Don’t know why.

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