Easter Sunday and I feel compelled to write something profound, inspirational. I'm not sure if this counts, but it made my day.
She was THRILLED to wake up this morning and find an Easter basket waiting for her. She plowed through, enjoying every part of her surprise. After the basket was emptied, she scurried around the house hunting (plastic) Easter eggs with her sister (such a good sport, at 20). The smile on her face was the truest, most beautiful thing I've ever seen - and it lasted the entire day!
After the egg hunt, she really wanted to decorate eggs - which we didn't have time for yesterday. So we boiled eggs and she and her sister got extra creative and used crayons to write messages on the eggs, and then tie dyed them in a variety of bright colors, adding stickers for extra pizazz.
She measured milk, sugar, cream and vanilla and helped me to make our first batch of homemade ice cream (which was magically delicious by the way).
All day we checked her blood sugar probably at least every two hours, but somehow the experiences seemed lost as soon as they were over, and I found myself almost forgetting about the diabetes for a time as I just enjoyed watching my beautiful daughter's smile.