Overheard

I'm working on a post about Joseph's heart procedure, but it is taking a while, so in the meantime have a laugh...

Our home teachers are so very nice and so very sweet and so very, very old! The kids want to climb all over them and play rough games with them and it really is cute because the home teachers want to play too, but I'm totally afraid they are going to have a heart attack or something. Anyway, at their last visit Grace and Grant were rough-housing with Brother Wyatt, who is 90 at least. Grant ran at him and head-butted him in the stomach, all the while laughing hysterically. He then pulled back and declared, "You're dead!" Actually, I was the one who was about to die...of embarrassment! Can you say that to your 90-something year old home teacher? That's got to break some Emily Post rule!

The kids had Monday off from school. Chad and I were talking about it and he asked what the occasion was. "It's not a holiday or anything." I told him. "It's one of those teacher..." "Medication Days?" he filled in helpfully. Yep, I think that's about right.

I'm wide awake...

Yes, it is really 4:24 am, but I've been up since 3. In order to have an empty tummy for surgery Joseph couldn't have any food past 3:30am, so we nursed at 3 and then, after I put my sweetly sleeping child back into his crib, I cleaned bathrooms cuz that's what I do when I'm stressed. (Weird, I know.) I am confident in the eventual outcome of the surgery, all really will be well, but that doesn't stop me from feeling anxious and sad when I think about the pain my little baby will go through between now and then; I've been known to randomly burst into tears as I go through my day. At first I wondered if this was a sign of lacking faith and then I realized that even Jesus wept at hearing of the death of Lazarus...and He was going to bring him back to life! His sadness was for the present loss of a friend and for the distress of Mary and Martha. So, taking my cue from the Savior, I embrace my tears and swinging emotions because they are for my son's pain...but I joy in life-saving medical procedures, priesthood blessings, and the sweet comfort of the Holy Ghost. Our present distress is a prelude to Joseph's health and happiness.