Weary

I should be getting ready to head to the hospital. Thank God we are in Fayetteville and Devin and I can boost each other up. I can indulge in a little down time. I slept soundly and yet woke up this morning feeling like I needed another nights sleep. We've had a lot to absorb and deal with over the past 24 hours. And it continues as we continue to be in limbo. Tests are being run. The lab is working on cultures. The answers are around the corner but... My adrenaline from yesterday has worn off. Numbness sets in. Devin and I just keep thinking of all the other parents struggling out there. We are not unique. There are families all around the world sitting in hospital rooms worrying and praying for their sick children. It doesn't matter if the child is young or old. I think too about how we tend to not fully appreciate the gift of our children. As we get caught up with the day to day living we forget how empty our world would be without our precious babies. Because we do think of them as our babies even if they are 21 or 17. As I sat with Kristen the past two days, I would think of the first time she had the croup. I would carry her into the bathroom and turn on the steamy shower. And sit there holding her against my chest as the steam worked it's wonders. Sometimes dozing off myself.

I can't tell you how much your emails and text mean to me. Forgive me if I don't always respond. It's at those times when I need them the most. Knowing that your prayers are with us.