The Eve of Round 2 .....

This beautiful collage of Round 1 pictures came courtesy of our friend Kele.Yes,in her spare time being a working momma of 3 little darlings, under the age of 3,she found time to put this sweet gallery of photos together.Oh,did I mention that one of those three cuties is Miss Presley,aka,little butterfly,who came into this world with a little extra something,something and is currently keeping all the Giles on their toes.Well,thank you from the bottom of my heart Kele,I love you for loving us and I'd love you even if you didn't! Tomorrow Zoey and I have to leave at 5am.Scary,early time.That means I will be rising around 4am. Which means I really should have been in bed a long time ago.But there was so much to get done.And I think it's done.As much as going to get done at this point.Our bags are packed and that's that.Because it has to be.I hate leaving with Zoey.Jake made me so sad tonight.He is my quiet one.Thinks alot,knows alot,feels alot but pretends he doesn't.Well,as the boys were saying goodnight to Zoey,hugging and kissing her,Jake very innocently said,"Mom,how long was Zoey in the hospital last time?"I say,"24 days".He slinks off to our Advent box,numbered up until Christmas day and I see his little head bobbing up and down counting the doors remaining until Christmas.Broke my heart.Everyone is going to miss her so much.We all,well Taylor,Jake,Joe,Zoey and I,sat and turned off the lights and made some popcorn and watched "Santa Claus is Coming to Town",in the glow of the Christmas lights.Zoey was so enthralled with the darkness and the movie and just watching her brothers and sisters. She loves them just as much as they love her.You can see it her eyes.We all will be fine.We have to be.We are slightly more prepared this round.Hopefully that will ease the transition.Please continue your faithful prayers for our little love.We,or probably more I than anyone,am a little anxious about the bone marrow biopsy tomorrow.I think it will be telling as to the direction we are heading.No one has said as much and I haven't brought myself to ask.I think because I know the deal.I know what we and her doctors are hoping for.We continue to look to God for our guidance and to Zoey, to lead the way.I am proud beyond words of this child.Actually of all my children.They teach me daily and show me that even at my age,I still have so much to learn.Thank you to my big girls who I know will be reading this.I love you all.Thank you for taking such good care of your brothers and of me.To Mark,who bore the brunt of the majority of my fear and frustration last round,I promise to try hard and not let loose on you and take everything out on you as if it were all your fault.Try, being the operative word.Just being honest.And to all of you who have taken the time to keep coming back .... it cannot be said enough,thank you for your support and love and unwavering prayers.Round 2 .... here we come.