This past weekend was our local March of Dimes WalkAmerica. We were an Ambassador Family this year and the lowercase and I were involved in the planning committee.
My parents came from the midwest to walk with us. My mom's arthritis was bothering her a bit and at one point she was crying from the pain in her knee. When we asked if she wanted to stop and take the bus back to the start point she said, "That little boy didn't give up. Neither will I."
And I can't think of a better reason to walk or to donate to the cause. If those tiny little babies are going to fight for their lives, shouldn't we all be fighting for them just as hard?
(More later -- my sadness over getting rid of all maternity clothes and pregnancy-related items, the possibility that my sister-in-law could be delivering her 3rd child 6 weeks early due to extreme hypertension, and the fact that my house is so darned quiet today with everyone gone home or to work)
