Levi Spent the Morning in the Hospital

He has been congested for a few days and started that croupy cough again last night. I gave him a breathing treatment every 4 hours and was up with him all night, praying for the wisdom to make good decisions, taking him to the porch to breathe the cold air, checking his chest for distress, and rocking, cradling, and loving with all my might. Wes took him to the ER this morning, and he is doing much, much better.

But Levi's illness is not what I want to remember about today.

I want to remember the way he giggled as he watched his mama & daddy kiss goodbye this morning, and how we did it over and over to hear that sweet raspy giggle again and again. I want to remember the way my eyes met my soul-mate's after each kiss as we laughed. I want to remember the deep gratitude I felt towards my husband I packed up the diaper bag and he calmly carted our boy off for another trip to the Emergency Room.

I want to remember watching Adam proudly fly a kite with his daddy.

I want to remember my mother-in-law dropping her plans for the day to come be with us.

I want to remember going on a walk with Adam and filling his Easter basket with these.

I fondly remember spending time gathering coffee cans full of these "helicopters" with my brother and throwing them into the air, watching them happily twirl as they cascaded to the ground. It was fun introducing the magic to Adam today. Delightful...then and now.

I want to remember that I am blessed, that there is more good than bad, and that God is good.

Proverbs 17:22 "A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones."