He's an Old Man

It was 11 years ago today, on a beautiful Thursday afternoon. I was sitting on the tailgate of Brian's truck watching him build a dock in our new pond when the first pain hit.

The next morning, things weren't going well. I was hearing hushed voices speaking of "emergency c-sect" and the sort. I could tell my doc was nervous. But thank the Lord, and my determined doc, Alex Brian came into the world at 7:24 am.

It wasn't long before everyone noticed things weren't right. And before I could even do much more than take a glance, they had whisked Alex away. The duct that is supposed to shunt blood to the lungs after delivery wasn't working like it should, not to mention he had had a very traumatic birth.

A pediatrician on staff came in to talk to me with big scary words and veiled hints of the bad things that we might be facing.

But once again, thanks to God, we got to take our incredibly beautiful baby boy home Sunday morning. His one flaw was a flipped up ear (not that I thought that a flaw, it's a family trait!) that some doc had done "surgery" on by shaving a spot on his head and taping a piece a tape over it to hold it down. $125 for that piece of tape (that we didn't consent to!).

Anyways, now I have a healthy, awesomely amazing 11-year-old who is incredibly smart, funny, gifted at guitar and apparently target practice, who loves to lead and teach, with a big ol' heart, who loves God, and who most times gets along amazingly well with his little sister.

Happy Birthday Booger!!!!