Yesterday, we roused ourselves out of bed at 6:30am. On a SATURDAY. We put on warm clothes, purple shirts. We got the kids out of bed. We packed them all into the van and drove off towards the Sparks Marina, after only having a few sips of fabulous, life-sustaining coffee. We stood around in the chill air before subjecting our lazy, inert selves (okay that may have just been me) to a long but scenic walk around the marina.
It was all for Maddie.
Well, it was for premature babies in general, yes. But Maddie was my focus. Maddie was the reason I got up at 6:30am on Saturday and subjected myself to all of that. If not for her, I’m not sure I would have had the motivation to do it. I’m not sure I would have had the drive.
I didn’t raise much money sadly. Or, you know, really ANY. But my good friend Jenn, who joined us with her young son for the walk, did raise some money so that is something. Every little bit, right?
We joked that it should have been called a Munch n’ March for all the goodies there made available to us. Lots of granola bars. Lots of water. Fruit. Juice. Yogurt. Muffins.
We joked but the entire time, Maddie’s smiling face remained clear in my mind. I was doing this for her. Because she couldn’t do it herself.
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