Not A Lot of Words....

...just two of my loves....

...some puffy clouds.....

...some beautiful spring green...

and a little poetry to start this week.

"Emerge"

Opening.

Ready to grow out, forward.....UP!

Ready to let go! Ready to thrive!

Ready to receive! Ready to give!

Goodnight Moon

As I was leaving Walmart last night, I saw this gorgeous sight. I pulled off to the side of the road and started composing and snapping and then recomposing. I saw headlights reflecting in my sideview mirrors. My window was down. I quickly discovered in the dim light it was an ambulance that had approached. The two men inside the rescue vehicle peered into my car and asked if I was okay and they asked if I needed help. I smiled, then giggled and told them I was just photographing the moon. They smiled. Then, they nodded. And then they drove away. I snapped a few more shots and then drove away, too. I was happy with my decision to stop and get the captures.

This week has been really crazy. I've missed checking my mail and reading my favorite blogs each day. Each day this week has unveiled some secret surprise that hasn't always been a nice one. I've managed to meet each challenge and make it through with my head held high.

The biggest surprise was that Alex spent 9 hours in urgent care last night as a result of an asthma flare-up. Any of you who are parents of asthmatic kids can attest to the fact that Asthma is pretty frightening. Witnessing an asthma attack can leave you feeling rather small and extremely helpless...then when the doctors take aggressive measures and there isn't any kind of favorable improvement, that small feeling becomes a lot more intense. Thankfully, the aggressiveness of the doctor who cared for Alex last night finally did pay off and I was able to bring my boys home and tuck them into bed.

I am so thankful for the advances in medicine and technology. Because of them, my kids are happy and healthy today.

Happy Birthday, Alex!

Gramma Margie baked a chocolate birthday cake for Alex!

Happy Birthday, Dear Alex!




Gramma Margie and Alex

Alex and Quincy


YAAAAAAY! Yahtzee and birthday money!

Dear Alex,

It's so hard to believe that eleven years ago, you were just a tiny little peanut who'd just been placed into my arms. Even though you were the biggest of my newborns, you were so tiny and red. You had the biggest blue eyes. I loved to hold you and just snuggle you. I held you so your heart was next to mine. Your little head resting on my shoulder; I could feel your breath on my skin.

You were such an easy baby. You quickly filled out and had the cutest little round cheeks I'd ever seen. When you slept in your cradle beside my bed, you'd suck on your middle fingers and ring finger. It was so cute. I used to love to watch you sleep.

You have become a wonderful young man. I love your sense of humor. You amaze me with your love and enthusiasm for sports. I am eager to watch you play basketball on a team. I know you will have fun with that and I will proudly cheer you on from the stands!

I am so glad that of all the Alexes in the entire world, I get to be YOUR mom. I love you so much. I am really proud of you.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ZIGGY!

Love,

Mom