What's that? You don't see any herbs?
Oh, that's right.
The chickens ate all the little green shoots down to the soil.
Last night Micah had a very bad reaction to the fish we had for dinner---even though he only chewed one piece and promptly spit it out.
Thanks to Facebook, I was able to go back in my timeline from three weeks ago and see that he was having the same reaction that he had the very first time he tried fish. What I had assumed was a random stomach virus on January 16th occurred again last night, but with more strength. In addition to his stomach being sick, it triggered an asthma attack. The nurse from Children's Hospital was concerned about an anaphylactic reaction, so she had us call an ambulance.
From there everything happened very quickly. I'm so very grateful for Debbie, the nurse who stayed on the phone and talked me through until the paramedics arrived. For the young men who came as quickly as they could and got us to the hospital in the blink of an eye. For the fact that we live ten minutes from a major hospital. For all of you who saw the message on Facebook and started praying for my boy.
I'm so thankful that the reaction wasn't as bad as it could have been.
I am amazed by the biologic principles that were created inside each human---the ability for a person to innately know by sight, smell, and taste that something should not be consumed.
And I remain in awe of the sixth sense parents feel when they know something terrible is happening to their child.
Today is marked by quiet.
Listening to Narnia on cd.
Building with Legos.
Being "bored"---(that's from Micah...)
I don't know about you, but I'll take a boring Sunday afternoon anytime.
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#31...for Debbie, Patrick, and Dustin...and for all the other volunteers who make it their business to bring peace in the midst of pain
#32...for Carl Reisig, who was a friend to so many, and who knew it was time to go home
#33...for community, and the support it gives in the middle of the crazy