Things are CA-RAY-ZEEEEEE.
Mom’s back in the hospital. Let’s give a big fat BOO for that. Congestive heart failure. You can read about that here, cause I can’t explain it in 2 places. I’m tired, but God never fails to provide me with strength and perspective in situations like these. I met the most awesome woman at the hospital, who is beautifully enduring some of the most terrible circumstances, so I have been again reminded to abandon my pity party and get on with it. This pitiful life is not the end-all be-all people. You must get to know my God, you MUST.
Today I had to bring Blake with me to the hospital. Who would, in a million years, have guessed that today would be one of the best days I have ever had with him in his short little life?? He was an angel. Unbelievable. He snuggled, he napped in the hospital room, he obeyed, he made me laugh, he ate what I told him to. So sweet.
Also, for those who still refuse to join facebook, we are proud minivan owners. I. freaking. love. that. van.
It has more ammenities than any car I have ever owned. My kid can get into his seat unassisted. I have a little remote on my keychain that opens and closes doors and the liftgate. I roll over bumps and don’t even feel them. If you have anything to say about where this puts me on a “coolness” scale (ahem, Christopher ADOLPH Garza…hello middle name), then you can go suck an egg. It is so awesome.