Hannah is a lucky little girl to have grandparents who love to her pieces, and Pete and I are lucky to have parents who support us no matter what. This journey would be impossible without their help and love. They were our rocks when Pete and I were agonizing over our unexpected future. They cleaned, cooked, dog-sat, shoveled snow, and tried to keep us sane while we worked through the darkest days of our lives. They kept us moving forward when we were desperate to go back in time.

I’ve never known four people to be so amazingly generous with their time. My parents, Juju and Jeep to Hannah, visit nearly every two weeks and are happy to watch Hannah for a few hours so Pete and/or I can get out of the house. Usually my mom will run errands and shop with me and allow me to prattle on about work and life, while Jeep stays home with Hannah. Pete’s parents, Grandma and Grandpa, watched Hannah full time before and after the heart surgery when germ-infested daycare was not an option. Grandma is Hannah’s chauffeur for doctor’s appointments so I don’t have to miss as much work. We know how fortunate we are to have both sets of grandparents eager to assist us.

One thing that really sticks out to me is that I’ve never heard our parents put limitations on Hannah. They’ve known from the start that Hannah is strong enough to overcome life’s obstacles and they’ve never doubted that Pete and I are strong enough to help her along the way. We’ve received nothing but positivity from them, and for that I am forever grateful.