I went to lunch with my dad today; it was good to get out. Assuming things stay calm, I plan to hang with saw-man this weekend for a while outside of the hospital.
I am tired-- as in sleepy tired...and as in just plain old tired of all of this. Perseverance takes on a whole new meaning in light of these events. It is hard to stay patient; some days it is hard to stay positive; it is difficult to figure out how to be proactive....but it is not difficult to remember to pray. That is what most of my "spare" and not so "spare" moments are spent doing. Thank you for filling some parts of your days and nights with prayers for us and for our baby. Continue to lift him/us up...b/c I do not doubt God is just waiting on the perfect moment to answer them with power.