As I watch my two little monkeys, both pretty much recovered from our bought of sickness, I can’t help but think that even though this morning I believed I had been through four nights of sheer hell, really it was nothing. The exhaustion of single handedly nursing myself and two small girls through vomit, nausea and unpleasant bottom emissions could never be described as hell because I knew that in a few days, perhaps a week at the most it would be over. Washing would be caught up with, smiles would return and life would continue as it had.

The McCanns have had more than two years of true hell.

I read in the news yesterday that the twins want to “fight” the person who took their sister.  It damn near broke my heart as my two are also fiercely protective of each other, even if sometimes they want to twist each others heads off and feed them to the gerbils.

We can only hope that at some point the ‘not knowing’ will end for the McCanns, but even then, the ‘knowing’ must also be a thing to fear.  Life can never be as it was for them.

As Emily says, there are many reasons why people blog, but making a difference, even in a small way, with a comment, an email, or spreading a message is one of the best things we can do.

I hope this side of it continues.

I really think it will.

Now go hug your kids.