
Today was a sad day. We had to say goodbye to my sister Elizabeth, known as Aunt Liza to her nephews and niece. Elizabeth came to stay with us for a little more than three weeks while we waited and waited and waited for a baby to arrive, and then to help us once she arrived. I can't begin to describe what a help she was to us - cleaning our house, cooking our meals, getting us stocked up on groceries and supplies, taking care of Nate and Evie, and doing everything in-between.
When Nate was born my mom spent three weeks with us in Istanbul doing the same thing. My mom was probably very sick at the time because it was only a little more than a month later that she was diagnosed with cancer, but she gave herself so sacrificially. I'm indescribably sad and heartbroken that she wasn't here for Evie's birth, but I'm forever grateful to my sister who sacrificed her own time and energy to take her place.














