Before I start this post, I need to confess. I hope you all know me well enough to know that I would not have been able to start a blog without divine intervention or a wonderful friend. It was the latter and probably some of the former. Shout out to my good friend Melanie. She set up the gmail account, the blog, everything. The name "Tatum Time" even comes from her. After Tates was born, she would call and say she needed some Tatum time. Even before she was sick, Tatum just had a special feeling about her. You just wanted to spend time with her. There is the whole story. That feels better. I just didn't want to write under false pretenses! Thanks Mel, this has been a great thing.
So, on to today. Tatum had a pretty good day. She spent the morning with dad, while I went and did a few work things. Then this afternoon, she was literally laughing at Hilary and her antics. It was sweet. I got some video of it. Priceless memory, especially when Hilary gets older. Then there was a knock at the door and it was my cute neighbor, who has health problems of her own, with a big tray of cuties that she had peeled and separated. What?! It must have taken her forever to do that. The weird thing was that I had just thrown away the last of my rotting fruit. We were fresh out of anything resembling a fresh fruit. Inspired friends. Then a little later another friend came by to visit. Then another good friend had dropped by some paste on bows for Tates because I refuse to make her wear a headband at this point in her life: (here she is sporting her new look!)