This week has been one of good, bad and ugly.
Speaks for itself.
It is completely impossible to have a bad day when you wake up to this dude. For real.
I was just explaining to someone how blessed Micah and I are with the communication situation. We are able to talk at some point everyday and Skype is a regular occurrence. Most families who have loved ones in the sandbox can't say those things, so we know full well how fortunate we've been. Ah, yes, "how fortunate we've been." While somebody somewhere did something stupid, Micah and his buddies are, in turn, paying for their bad decision. Our communication level has officially changed and the morale of the group has hit the floor. Internet has been their only glimpse of normalcy and taking that away means hours of boredom and too much time to think. Fit could hit that shan, people. Pray hard.
Nothing worse than being sick while taking care of an infant. Two movie days, soup and gatorade later and wa-lah. No snuggling and careful feeding worked and little man came out unscathed. Mommy has recovered well and the in-laws are thankful.
Things don't always go the way we plan. People make stupid decisions, feelings get hurt, germs get spread and technology fails. It's just the way it is. Sometimes it comes in strides; other times it piles on until we break. Either way I'm sure of one thing - - -
Nothing surprises God.
So, take it one thing at a time and remember the good things.
Ben would want it that way.