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Day 28: Elephant in the Room

Maybe Baby,

An elephant...made entirely of pumpkins and gourds!
We attended the Pumpkin Walk in North Logan this weekend.
"Elephant in the room" is a metaphor for an obvious truth that is either being ignored or going unaddressed. 

There's an elephant in the room right now. Blaine went in to the hospital this morning. He goes every so often because he was born with CF, a condition that makes his life harder than I would wish on even my worst enemy. He's been up late at night for the past few nights coughing, unable to rest like a person needs to.

It's the elephant in the room because I sometimes forget that he doesn't feel well. I don't ignore it on purpose, but we live such a normal life that once in awhile I forget that things are not entirely normal. 

 Sigh. It's gonna be lonely.

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[We are hoping to adopt. You can view our It's About Love Profile HERE.]

[Read about this series and read the other messages HERE.]
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  1. Jennifer, Tony, Zoe, Dante, CorbinOctober 29, 2013 at 1:11 PM

    Plenty of people understand how you feel! You can do it! He'll be better off when he gets out!

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