(* Important Sidenote: For the past year or so we have steadily been moving towards "real food" and cutting out as many processed foods and preservatives as possible. (I have never been more thankful for my Nigerian up bringing where we had to make everything from scratch!) This month, I cut out store-bought bread and have been making my own whole wheat every week. As you know, a big difference is home-made does not come pre-cut...)
Our morning started rather early today. I woke up and looked at the alarm clock, it was 5:30am and Bryan was already getting dressed. He told me to roll over and go back to sleep since he didn't need a lunch today and the boys were still in bed. He didn't have to tell me twice.
A while later, I'm guessing around 6, I heard the boy's door open, close and the pitter patter of feet that sounded like Micah. Bryan must have told him to go back to bed because soon I heard it in reverse and breathed a sigh of relief, ready for more snooze time.
It wasn't to be. Soon Brandon and Micah were talking and playing away in their room quietly, then coming out and starting to play in the living room.
After a few minutes I heard the cupboard door open and the thought ran through my head, "Brandon must be getting breakfast for them." I heard the bread bag open and thought, "He'll put it away as soon as he realizes it isn't cut, like he did last time." But I never heard it go back in the cupboard. It was time to get up...
In the kitchen, Brandon was dutifully "slicing" bread for himself and Micah, using a butter knife. (I was thankful he hadn't made the connection to using the sharp bread knife I usually use!) The first two slices came out pretty well. I asked if he wanted me to finish cutting for him. "No. I can do it. Can you open the jam, it's kind of hard for me." "Sure"
Soon, with Micah as his "big helper" he had two more chunks of bread and began spreading jam and peanut butter on their sandwiches.
I faded into the background, watching from a distance. The counter was soon slathered in jam, the peanut butter jar had just as much on the outside as on their sandwiches, the crumbs were everywhere, and the grins of accomplishment spread from ear to ear.
It was a time of letting my little boys grow up, it brought a heartache and smile, but their pride in their own accomplishment together was worth the extra ten minutes it took to clean it all up again!
Friday, February 15, 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
Celebrating the Miracle of Life
Today we're celebrating the miracle of life:
It was a year ago today that Brandon went in to strider spasms and stopped breathing in my arms (thankfully we were already in the Dr.'s office). We are thankful he is alive today. It was also his last hospital admission--so we've made it a year with only one or two manageable croup attacks in the middle.
I'll never forget the look on his doctor's face. She came in to our room after one night in the hospital and very gravely told me that because of the amount of medication he had to be on through the night, there was very little possibility he was going home for a day or two. The look of utter surprise and shock on her face was priceless when she listened to his lungs and found them completely clear! God knew we needed to be out of there.
He was discharged just in time to fly out to Colorado where we celebrated my grandfather passing from death to eternal life. How could a time be so difficult and joyous all at the same time?
And today we're also celebrating the miracle of a new baby's life. The baby was practicing it's defensive moves this morning, (getting ready to defend himself against his brothers I'm sure) and gave Bryan's hand a good solid KICK! It was the first time Bryan had felt the baby move, which always makes new life growing in me more of a reality for him.
Life is a miracle every day.
Blessings on your weekend.
(PS There won't be pictures for a while, sorry. Our big hard drive isn't working, where all my picture work has to take place. Thankfully it is still under warranty so we should be back up and running a couple weeks.)
It was a year ago today that Brandon went in to strider spasms and stopped breathing in my arms (thankfully we were already in the Dr.'s office). We are thankful he is alive today. It was also his last hospital admission--so we've made it a year with only one or two manageable croup attacks in the middle.
I'll never forget the look on his doctor's face. She came in to our room after one night in the hospital and very gravely told me that because of the amount of medication he had to be on through the night, there was very little possibility he was going home for a day or two. The look of utter surprise and shock on her face was priceless when she listened to his lungs and found them completely clear! God knew we needed to be out of there.
He was discharged just in time to fly out to Colorado where we celebrated my grandfather passing from death to eternal life. How could a time be so difficult and joyous all at the same time?
And today we're also celebrating the miracle of a new baby's life. The baby was practicing it's defensive moves this morning, (getting ready to defend himself against his brothers I'm sure) and gave Bryan's hand a good solid KICK! It was the first time Bryan had felt the baby move, which always makes new life growing in me more of a reality for him.
Life is a miracle every day.
Blessings on your weekend.
(PS There won't be pictures for a while, sorry. Our big hard drive isn't working, where all my picture work has to take place. Thankfully it is still under warranty so we should be back up and running a couple weeks.)
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