When you die something always happens.

It has been a while since I have written anything. I have been busy. Life changes when you lose a child. You have to learn to adjust to that new life, but you also have to move forward. Losing Morgan was by far the hardest thing I have experienced yet. It affects my interactions. It affects my relationships new and old. I am a different person. Sometimes I feel like I am losing my mind, other times I feel more humble than ever before. There is something few people know about me though. I have never felt like it would be the right time to express it or say it. I don't follow the grain of life. I am different than a lot of my family and friends. I know many people who think the way that I do, but they don't speak about it often either.

It's been six months since she passed away. Six months today. I can't believe it has been that long since I have held her, smelled her, played with her, watched her smile and fight her fight. She is inspiration that will never die within me. I talk about her all the time. The people I meet, I can't wait to tell them about her. Not because I want to be pitied, but because I feel very lucky to have had her in my life. Morgan was my baby. I stood by that sweet girl. I held her, loved her, kissed her, hugged her, played with her, and so much more.



There is something I never did for her; I mean NEVER, something that some people may hang their head in shame about. They may become my biggest critic in life. Never once did I pray for my daughter.  I am Atheist. What does this mean? This means I do not believe in a higher power. I do not believe my daughter is in a biblical heaven living out her forever with the biblical god. I do not believe she is the hands of a higher power at all actually. I believe she is here with me. She is a ball of energy. She is my muse, my inspiration. Her energy is connected to me, and she guides me with that will to fight.


You see she taught me about the fight in her short life. She taught me to smile and be strong. She taught me to love, care, and smile, not only for myself, but for everyone, especially those who need it the most. How do I grieve this way though? How do I deal without knowing or feeling that I will be joined with her in a heaven that brings us together? Well, I may not believe in a higher power, but I believe in her. I believe in her energy and her strength. I believe that all that she had to give will live on and it will continue to inspire me. I believe that when I die my energy will remain attached to Morgan’s like a magnet. I don’t have all the answers, but I am okay with that. I feel her all the time. When I feel my motivation and drive to be a stronger and better person, I am feeling her. I have lived my life scared, scared that I am different than those around me. I have never felt the fear I have felt in the last 18 months of my life.



Let’s talk about testing faith. I am me, always. I never strayed. I never thought that I could start praying this better from the time she was born and to the time she coded. I whispered to her that I was proud of her and it was okay. I wanted her to be without pain. I wanted her to do what was best for her, even if that meant so much pain for me. I for the first time since her birth got to feel like I took some of that pain away from her in some way. Even if I know that she was so sick she just couldn’t take it anymore, I know that I told her I wanted her to be free from that pain. I don’t know how much pain she was in. I can’t speculate. I can’t sit here and say that my pain is worse than what she lived with. I feel confident when I say it cannot be compared.


Morgan lived a different life than the most typical child. She was such a versatile human that I cannot express it in words. She was better than I. She was stronger, happier, and much more open to new experiences. She is the reason I embrace those around me in a different light. I have always been a compassionate person, but Morgan gave me something to be compassionate about, and it was having compassion and understanding for others.


I embrace people who tell me they will pray for us. Not because I thought it would help, but because in my mind and heart, prayer is love to everyone who believes in it. I love, love! I loved support and well wishes. I may not believe in my mind that it can save my daughter, but the fact that someone else does tells me a lot! It tells me that they care and they are doing everything they can to help. They are doing what they truly believe helps my daughter and family. I can’t even put into words what that means to me. It is beautiful! I watched so many people just come out of the wood work to be here for my sweet Moonpie.


I use words like angel, and can’t wait to hold you again. Those words aren’t reserved for only one meaning though. My angel is my ball of sweet, beautiful, amazing energy. Her name is Morgan ‘MoonPie Marshmallow’ Sawyer Holland.


Yes I am atheist, but I still grieve. I still find my connection. I still feel her and love her every day. No I did not feel that prayer would save her, but I embrace those that do believe that it is powerful. No I do not feel that is crazy nonsense. It is just different than what I believe. I know my Moonpie is with me. She is a part of me, just like she is a part of so many people. When you die something always happens.

Its not how it seems

In the last few months so many people have told me how strong I am. It has been tough. I smile, I laugh, and I put on a happy face. What is happening inside of me is a completely different story. I struggle. I struggle to stop thinking for even a moment about her. I want to think about her. I want to keep her in my life.

I go back to the moment Morgan was born. I remember watching her in such critical condition. She was on a ventilator and had sedatives and pain meds for about a month. Her life was hanging in the balance. I was so scared for my baby, but that wasn't the only thing I feared. I feared that I had carried this baby and grew a bond with her. I expected her to be healthy because never in my life had I experienced any other way. I grieved when she was born. Not because of who she was, but because of how I thought she would be. I wanted to put her back in my tummy and make her "safe" again. I knew that didn't make her safe, but in my mind we didn't know what was going on with her before she was born, so in my tummy was safe. Hind sight is always 20/20. I know now that she was not safe in my tummy. She had a fighting chance when she came two weeks early. She was fighting from day one. I went on a long journey. I am not going to deny my strength. I wont because I know that it got me through some things that I don't think I could have looked in from the outside and thought I can do this. Morgan was a story you read about. Not something that is your life, and she was my life. My girls are my life. That has not changed.

When Morgan took her last breath I took my last breath as the person I was. It's true I will never be the same. She has taken so much of me with her, but she has also made a trade. Even though a part of my life will always be missing, just like any child, she gave me more than she could ever have known. She gave me a reason to fight and live. She gave me goals and a future. Obviously  I wish she could live that future with me. It is so hard to even get up and out of my bed in the morning without her, but I do it for her and the rest of my family.

I often get told how strong I am. Let me tell you how strong I am. I cry. I cry a lot. My heart literally aches for her. I remember telling the doctor when she was in the NICU "I know any move we make with her is a risk, but not making a move is an even bigger risk." The same is true for me right now. I am not exaggerating when I tell you if I did not make a move toward living my life, losing her would have been the death of me. Even though I did not feel the pain of the illness the way she did, I did feel it. I have felt it from the beginning.

People can ask their questions. People can wonder how I can talk about her with a smile on my face. People can wonder "How does she do it? I would be a mess!"  The truth is, I am living a life I never imagined. It is not easy. I just try to appear to be ok. I struggle. I struggle at work. I struggle at home. I struggle all the time, but those struggles are mine. Those struggles are helping me grow, and most importantly, making me fell completely connected to a beautiful and amazing baby girl.

I wish for her back. I wish it every day. I cannot express that enough. I want her back! I know it wont happen. I know that I can't wish it all away. I know what the reality of my life is. I know so many of you are trying so hard to be so supportive. I know that pretty much everyone has good intentions, but please keep this in mind: When you tell me that you could not imagine and that you wouldn't be able to be as strong as me it hurts. Even though you would think it is a compliment. I struggle. I struggle with feelings of inadequacy. I struggle hoping that I am grieving the right way for my little girl. That I am missing her and loving her enough. I struggle with, mostly, hoping that I loved her enough when she was here.



So please, if you must tell me how strong I am, just leave it at that. Do not tell me how you think you would be if you were me. It is a situation many do not know, and I hope they never do.

Her name is Morgan

It has been three months as of yesterday since our sweet girl left our world. So much has changed forever. Some days are good, even great, but other days are difficult. People don't know what to say or if it is okay to say anything at all. You see a fear in their eyes when they mention her name. I've been there on that side. Wondering if it is okay to talk about. Do they want to talk about their loved one? Will I make them sad? I never wanted to make anyone sad. I have learned some things since losing Morgan. Everyone grieves differently, but maybe what I have been through can be helpful to those on the other side of the loss.

1. Her name is Morgan
It is not that she was my daughter, she IS my daughter. I love her always. Just like our living children she still means the world to us. I don't want her to disappear from our lives. I want people to tell their stories. I don't mind answering questions about her life. When I say life, I mean her life, not her death. If I cry don't feel bad or guilty because of it. Silencing her memory would hurt so much more. Her life was beautiful and her memories keep her alive in our hearts. Don't be afraid to ask me about her. Don't be afraid to say her name. She is real to us and very important. Her name is Morgan.

2. It will always hurt.
No matter what happens in my life or how much time has passed I will still cry because I miss her. That will never go away. Time wont change that. Time will just give me the luxury of learning how to deal with the tougher times. It isn't a day by day, it is an hour by hour process. Each hour is different. Some day that will change. I know because in the last three months it has change from minute by minute. I know I will be okay. Not because I am healing, but because time has changed my grief and Morgan gave me the strength to get through this. It will only end when I take my last breath.

3. There is no set time.
I have made some life altering changes and decisions in my life. Not just since her death, but since she was born. All of these choices were different from any choice I have ever made. Especially after she was gone. The day I woke up and I was alone in my house was like waking up in a different world. I wasn't sure how real everything was because everything about that day was so different than what I had ever been used to. I have felt so many different emotions since that day. I have felt the ups and downs of yearning for another baby. Not to replace her, but to love and care for. Those moments are fleeting though, because when I think about another baby right now I only want Morgan, and I know that I will not get her back. When people comment on my desire for another baby I don't feel like I can communicate my feelings in words. There is no perfect time after a loss. There may not ever be a time that we welcome a new member into our family, but if we do only we get to decide when it is right for us or what we are feeling.

4. Love and support mean everything to us.
I love having so many people extending their hands out to us to help us through. Going places can be very difficult. Not only am I afraid I will get the "so sorry for your loss", but I am also afraid of what people might say when they are at a loss for words. Things like "maybe you were just meant to have one child" or "aren't you over it yet" or even "at least you still have your other child/ren." When you feel at a loss for what to say it is perfectly acceptable to say "I have no words. I do not know what to say, but I am here for you." It is perfectly acceptable to just tell me you have no words. Sometimes when someone is trying to be there for me and I can see there is a loss for words, and they say whatever they can to fill that in, what they do say can hurt worse than nothing at all. Just smile, and try to make life feel as normal as it can be again.

5. The 5 stages of grief have no order.
They are chaotic. They are random. Even after acceptance I will still feel times of denial. Denial that this really happened to our family. This really happened to our sweet girl. This is my life.  I have moments that I have to remind myself that I can't just go pick her up and she is not coming back. I wake up from a dream and have to realize that it was a dream.

Acceptance. It is something I have to do on a daily basis. I have to not only accept that she is gone, I have to accept that everything is changing without her. I have to accept that life is continuing without her. When I lost her there were moments I thought the world would stop just for her and everything would stand still. I quickly realized that was not true. Not even for me. I had to keep living, not just because everyone I loved was, but because if I didn't I would stop being a mom, step-mom and a wife to 5 people. Yes 5. Morgan still needs me to be her mom. I just "mom" differently with her now. I get to honor her while I take a new direction. I get to carry on her memory and use her story to teach people how important life and education are. We are her voice.

The guilt. Oh the guilt! Guilt does not just come in the form of feeling guilty that something I did may have caused it or that I could have prevented her death. That is actually very rare and a very short lived form of my guilt. I feel guilt that she didn't get to meet everyone I love and adore, because I know they would have loved and adored her. I feel guilt because I can only hope that I loved her and kissed her enough. I don't need to be told not to feel that way because I know I did the best I could, but sometimes those thoughts creep in and I don't let them live there. I just want someone to understand.

Depression isn't always permanent. However it can be. It can also be fleeting. It can come one day and go the next. It comes without warning, and it can be hard to push through. I feel lucky though. I have been gifted with the amazing positivity of Morgan's smile and strength. All that she has given me has truly changed how long I let myself feel the depression. I have been lucky it has not overwhelmed me. If it ever did, I know its not because I am weak. It is because I am human. The love and support helps so much, but it also gives me the confidence to speak when things become too difficult.

The last stage I will address is anger. This is a difficult one. This one is so easy to feel. Most often when I feel it I know it is secondary to something bigger. I am not angry at Morgan, but sometimes I feel angry that she is gone. I could never be angry with my sweet angel. I do feel anger toward people who have done nothing to deserve that anger. I get over it quickly, but its there. Sometimes its over something small and completely unrelated to anything Morgan, but I feel it because I am sad that day and just missing her. Sometimes I feel angry that they are experiencing a happiness in a moment that happy does not seem possible. I am not angry with the medical staff, but sometimes I wonder if there was anything they could have done to stop it from getting where it did. I have to work my way out of those thoughts. The fact is it happened so fast for all of us. We can't see the future. Doctors and nurses are people not super humans. They are people.

This experience has taught me so much. I have learned there is no right answer. There is not "right way" to grieve. Most of all there is no time limit and time has not healed me. It only changes me. I choose daily to keep going, but I am fortunate to have the ability to make that choice. Not everyone does. It doesn't make them weak, or wrong. It just makes them different than me. That is what makes us human. The good and the bad shape our lives.

If You Listen Close

If you listen close you can hear my mind think of you
You can hear my heart beat for you
You can hear the tears hit the floor for you
You can hear my body go weak for you
You can hear my hand reach out for you
You can hear my heart break when I think about how I lost you
Most of all even when it is noisy, you can hear my love for you.

There isn't a moment I don't think about her. There isn't a moment I don't miss her. It isn't always hard, but it is never going to be easy. I will never stop hurting for losing all that I had, but I will learn how to be strong. I will always love my baby. I do not have one child. I have four children. No matter how they got here, no matter when they leave this world. Each one of them holds a piece of my heart, and without them there is an empty space that cannot be filled. It's okay to be sad, it is ok to miss her. I won't give up, not only because my family needs me, but because she fought so hard to stay here with us. If I give up I am not honoring her life.

An unexpected turn.

I will begin this blog by letting you all know, even though I lived through this and it was the most difficult time of my life, it is almost equally difficult to write about. I want everyone to know that this blog is personal, and there are details I won't be sharing in order to keep some moments close to my family's hearts as well as mine. With that being said I also want to finish her story. This is not just a story of a beautiful little girl. This is my therapy, remembering her is important, but trying to let go of the end has been the hardest thing I have ever had to do.

As summer drew to an end, and big sister had been in school for just over a month we were really getting used to our new routine. Little did I know that routine was going to take the biggest turn, and I never could have imagined how my life would change. The day started just as every day had. I had a happy little girl at home with me, and we even took a little trip to run errands. Not an issue in sight. I hooked her up to dialysis at her normal time, and hung out with the family as she slept. Then it began. I knew something was off I just didn't know what. Morgan loved her sleep, and she kept waking up crying. After diaper changes and watching to see if the output from her dialysis was clear or cloudy I began checking other symptoms. I took her temperature and it was up. Even though I was worried I started with Tylenol hoping it was just teething. Her temperature went back down, but she still wasn't sleeping well. I could not sleep. I checked her again, and her temperature had spiked again. I gave her more Tylenol and immediately called the Doctor. We were advised to head to the Emergency Room. Without hesitation we loaded everyone up and went on our way. Through it all Morgan smiled the entire way.

After some time in the ER, I.V.'s being placed, and multiple labs being drawn she was taken to the Children's Hospital two hours away. Big sister and I stopped at home for a nap and to pick up some clothes and necessities, and met Randy and Morgan at the hospital later. After a blood transfusion and some rest she began to feel a bit better. It was a relief. Tests came back positive for Rhino/Enterovirus. Most often this virus has the same symptoms as a cough, but can be very tough on young children. Especially children with weakened immune systems and health issues. Morgan was a fighter. She was in and out of the PICU in no time and onto the Pediatric floor. After a few days she was fever free and ready to go home.

We came home on a Friday and it was wonderful to be home again. We were amazed at how short her stay was. Throughout the day on Saturday Morgan and I hung out and rested. Neither of us were feeling 100%, but I still had my smiling little baby. Early afternoon her fever started to rise again. I stayed on top of it with Tylenol and it was doing the job. At that time I felt her body was just doing its job to fight off the virus. When it was time to set her up on dialysis her fever spiked a bit higher. I again called the doctor. With some guidelines to watch closely we carried on with our evening, and I was again unable to sleep. After keeping a close eye on her and her fever not breaking I knew we needed to head back to the hospital. This time we had all the kids with us. We loaded up again and headed that way.

When we arrived we were tired, but everyone was concerned for Morgan. We got to the E.R. in just under two hours, and they prepared her for admission. After testing she still only had the same virus. We just knew that her condition was making it more difficult to shake this virus. After just a few days she began to improve. She was our happy sweet Morgan again. No fever, and doing wonderful! We played, we relaxed, and we snuggled.

Then Morgan did something I feared. She pulled her g-tube right out of her stomach. Still smiling and happy when I arrived we waited. When she pulled it out it irritated the sight, and caused a small infection on her skin. As the it cleared up a new g-tube was placed and we were heading on the right track. Then she began spiking fevers again. Once again the testing began. This time she tested positive for Rotavirus. A new battle began. She seemed to be handling everything fine. To give big sister a break from the room I took her to the Aquarium and we went back and spent some time with Morgan and went to bed. The next day we stayed most of the day and later into the night with Morgan. When we left she was all smiles and seemed to be recovering well.

The next morning when we woke up we received a call saying they were going to place a central line because she had lost fluid through the night and needed a more reliable I.V. This was very routine to all of us. Sister and I got ready, and as we headed over I received another phone call from the hospital. Morgan was not doing well. We rushed in and Child Life was there to take big sister. As I walked back to PICU I broke down. When the doors were opened I saw what seemed like 50 medical staff standing in and outside of her room. I felt like I was going to be sick. I felt like I was going to pass out. I saw my baby laying on the bed and I couldn't believe my eyes. They were breathing for her, and this was an emergency. The doctor walked to me and told me what was going on. I couldn't hardly hear or focus, but I tried my best. My husband was at work and was on his way as soon as he got the news, but I was scared. I cried and had to step away for a moment.

I couldn't stand to step away from her, but I couldn't hold it together either. I was so scared, but I knew I had to pull it together. I knew that she needed me, and this was not the time for me to lose it. The doctor told me it was not looking good. Those words were like a knife in my heart. I never imagined being in that moment. When I walked in and took her hand everyone around me disappeared. She was all I could see and feel. I held her hand and told her I was with her. I told her I loved her and how proud of her I was because she is so strong and she can do this. I let her know her daddy was on his way, and she can do this.

Time was standing still. I entered the hospital that morning and before I knew it, it was afternoon. Randy had arrived and we were waiting on his parents and my parents as well. We sat with her, and people came in to visit and show her and us their love and support. When everything was calm big sister came back in. She talked to her and loved on her. Just as she always did. I remember Randy and I watching her with her eyes open and her trying so hard to look at us. We knew this wasn't looking good. We stayed all night, taking turns sleeping. All of her sisters and grandparents had come to see her as well as her aunt and nurses and medical staff who cared so much for her. Just before lunch everyone left the room, and Randy and I stayed with her.

The room was silent and peaceful. That morning her heart rate was fluctuating up and down. Randy and I knew this could happen. The doctor told us if her heart went down again it would just be torture to continue to bring her back. She had 3 horrible infections in her blood and they had done all they could to get her through it. When her rate dropped below 100 Randy and I stood by her side. We cried, and kissed her. We held her hand and told her how much we love her and how amazing she is. We told her how proud we are. We both knew this was it and even though inside I was screaming to bring her back, I knew I couldn't do that to her. She was gone. We picked her up and held her unlike we have ever been able to before. We weren't hurting her. No more pokes, no more dialysis, no more pain. She was at peace, and she slipped away peacefully.

Morgan changed our lives. She is our drive to be better people. She is our hearts. She touched so many lives, and she fought a hard fight. I wouldn't take a moment of our year with her back. I would do it all again. I hope her story can continue to change lives. I hope her fight can encourage other families to keep fighting. ARPKD does not always have such an early end to life. There are survivors. Every path is different. Morgan's path was short, but it covered a lot of ground. I wish so much I could have her again, but I don't wish her back to her pain. Thank you all for not only reading our story, but for being a part of it. This is Morgan's story and while our stories continue so does hers. She continues to make an impact in this life.

Doctor's appointments and Visitors

Throughout June and July we were busy, busy. Morgan was doing very well, but if it wasn't one thing it was another. We battled with her sodium levels for a long time, but once we got that under control her calcium dropped to a scary level. We were almost admitted again, but luckily we were able to get it back under control at home. Every week until the middle of July we had weekly doctor's appointments with both of her nephrologists. This required her to ride two hours back and forth once a week. The more time went on the better I was able to prepare, and that made her trips a lot more comfortable. Finally her appointments slowed down, and it couldn't have come at a better time.

We had a happy and smiling little girl that enjoyed playing and spending time with her sisters and family. With big sister's birthday approaching, came a visit from my sister and her family. This was their first time meeting Miss Moonpie. She was doted on the entire time. We didn't get the chance to travel much with her, but she got plenty of attention. We were all so happy to have visitors that gave us a little bit of normalcy back into our lives. They were able to stay for a week and at the end of the week they took big sister back with them for a visit.

This made for an entirely new week for Morgan and me. During the day Randy would go to work and Morgan and I were able to stay at home alone together. I've always made time to bond and love on Morgan. Her situation was unique. We didn't get to hold her for a week and a half after her birth. We couldn't do skin to skin until she was off her ventilator. Even though I missed her big sister so much, I knew she was having fun, and I embraced the opportunity to have more time to snuggle and play with Morgan. I also knew that this was a taste of what it would be like when big sister started Kindergarten in August.

When the week was up we prepared for more visitors and big sister back home with us. Morgan got to meet my brother and his family. They took a trip to get her labs drawn with us. Every family member got small dose of what life was like in our house, and we were busy and on a very strict schedule. They had a very short stay, but we packed in as much fun as we could with them. When the weekend was over it was time to get back to business.

Morgan had more doctor appointments ahead of her, but she also had plenty of fun as well. She was advancing physically and her big personality was beginning to shine through. She was more than all smiles. She was learning how play games back and forth with us, and she loved picking on us. Not only did her fun side come out, but we got a taste of her temper. Morgan didn't pee at all, but she had no issue with the #2 in her diaper. There were many times we would have to change her in the middle of the night. When we would wake her up to clean her up she would glare at us and stomp her foot in anger. It was the cutest little tantrum I had ever experienced. I could really see a difference in her. We were learning who our little Morgan was and she was beautiful.

She loved each of us, but the bond she had with her sisters was something special. Each of them made her so happy. When it was just her and big sister she would just let everything happen. If big sister was getting in her face, tickling her, or just being a turd Morgan was just fine with it. There were only a few times I ever saw Morgan cry because her sister was just getting too crazy. The bond between the two was heartwarming. Big sister was her protector as well as her best friend. I couldn't pick out just one thing that I miss the most about Morgan, but her relationship with her sisters was something I cherished so much!

Just when you think you get the hang of something

After Morgan was discharged from the hospital on dialysis summer was right around the corner. In early June I had planned to attend a wedding with big sister for my cousin back home. The trip was planned. I spent June 4th doing laundry and preparing Morgan's Nan to watch her while I was gone and Randy was at work. As the day went on I noticed Morgan getting increasingly fussy. She seemed like she was not feeling well at all. I laid her in bed thinking maybe she just needed a little Tylenol and a nap. It calmed her a bit, but I noticed her breathing was labored and something seemed off. I checked her blood pressure and heart rate and realized I was right. Her heart rate was at just over 200 bpm. I called the Doctor's office right away. They had me drain her and her fluid came out cloudy. I knew that this meant infection. At that moment I started packing us up to head to the Hospital. I called Randy at work and told him we were heading that way. I remember feeling so bad for her. She looked like she was in pain. Her heart rate and breathing were very concerning, but nothing as concerning as the infection I knew was in her peritoneal cavity, and possibly in her blood.

When we arrived we were immediately sent back in the emergency room and antibiotics were started right away. Arrangements were made to have her admitted onto the floor in the pediatric unit, and some of the fear began to subside. They attacked the infection from every angle and were able to get it under control. After a couple of days Morgan was back to her normal self, smiling, happy, and wiggling all about.

We were able to be home with her for nearly two months before the infection set in. As a caregiver I felt so responsible. I wanted to know if there was something I was doing wrong to cause this infection. I had a routine, and I never waivered from it. I couldn't even come up with a single thing I had done differently with her dialysis. Her amazing doctors were able to calm my fears a bit after discussing exactly the steps I took that morning and every day. They informed me that even when doing everything right and without change bacteria can still find its way in. One thing I knew for certain was that I would make sure to be extra cautious in her cares and exchanges. Watching her in such pain was something I just could not risk putting her through again.


Learning Dialysis was more than just training. Keeping everything as clean as possible and consistent was very important to her health. After a short time in the hospital we were sent home on antibiotics. Even though I had been trained to insert her antibiotics into her dialysis this was my first time actually putting this training into action. Each cassette that connected to Morgan and her bags had a medicine port that antibiotics and other dialysis related medication could be administered through with a needle. I had to do this for a couple days to finish her cycle of antibiotics. I was so happy all went well.

Upon arriving at home Morgan was welcomed by her Grandma and Papa, who came to visit her for the first time since her second surgery. We got to spend time shopping and playing and just enjoying each other's company. As a family we had a busy and exciting summer ahead of us. Filled with plenty of visits from Aunts, Uncles, and cousins. All I could do was hope that everything would carry on smoothly and Morgan could not only meet everyone, but also enjoy their company.