Good Morning??

Now that I don't have to go into work until 6 AM instead of 3:45 AM..... (for now) I'm finding interesting things on the road that I really didn't have to avoid hitting.  So now when I drive to work, driving with my knee, eating a bowl of cereal, and listening to X96... here's what I found that comes out of the woodwork and into the darkness of the pre-am moments.

Dog walkers - all carrying steamy bags of poop - yum
Joggers....... dressed in black -  what the EFF?
Joggers with blinkers - so that they look like part of the I-15 road construction crew
Winder Dairy trucks - that park their trucks and run around with glass bottles... (and you thought scissors were dangerous).
Other people leaving for work - making it difficult for me to drive in the middle of the road, and forcing me to actually stop at the stop signs.
Po-Po's - they've loaded up on donuts and coffee from 7-11 and are ready to roll....
The moon - making it's exit for the day - big, beautiful, and brilliant.
Lights on in people's homes so I can see in and see what's for breakfast
Bathrobed people going out to pick up their papers.... oh - might want to cover that sir...ew...
and.... the ability to see that people are still texting as they drive..... der der der...

I love my 3:45's - when only the vampires are out....

And the Lungs have it...

Ryan will NOT let me post a picture here of him in his cute hospital gown (and it really is a cute one) - and even though he's punctured and wrapped and finally breathing somewhat up to par, he's missed here at home tonight.  Long story short... 1st lung - a week before he was to leave the MTC for Mexico, really hard surgery, really tough on him physically.  For two years we waited for the 2nd lung to go.  He was blessed by some amazing angel because he survived those two years.  But on Monday, the 21st... it went - and so did we to the Emergency Room.  A chest tube inserted - suction - x-rays, repeat.  Late that night we headed home with him and his new chest contraption, and loads of pain meds.  Next day - survived a few hours up and then down again.   X-rays showing a 75% increase of improvement - scheduled a time for the tubes to be removed on Thursday the 24th.  The chest tube was then re-wrapped by a  nurse that covered a major valve wrong....and that's not a good thing...  by Thursday x-ray reveals... not good enough information and back into the hospital immediately.  Frustrated and angry and in pain - he sat there in that hospital bed.  There were no words.  His thoughts were of his brand new job, his mid semester college classes, and the thoughts of the 2 year previous nightmare returning.  Del traveled this week - so it was Ryan and I sitting there in silence, and in quiet prayer.  I text my Bishop - and within minutes a ward wide text went out for prayers and fasting.  I love my Bishop, I love my ward.  Long night of restlessness on all of our parts - but a sweet sense of the love and comfort around us because of the the faith and prayers of people, even total strangers some of them.  I arrived in his room today - no movement, no noise, just complete silence next to the bubbling of his pump.  He was furious, staring straight ahead... there was no comforting him.  He had been waiting for x-ray results and no one ever came.  He ate a few nurses alive for lunch - one of which - did everything she could to get the doctor to talk to him.  He finally called him and calmed him down.  The results indicated better lung capacity, and hope - that hope part was huge.  The surgery was put on hold, but staying in the hospital was a must.  Mandy, Ry, and Ashley came for the afternoon - brought love and laughter, and also... hope.  It's late tonight - should be sleeping, but there are a few thoughts I can't let escape  my mind.  So I'll write them here...

*  When you have children like I enjoy every day, every heartache is healed with love and laughter.

*  When you get a ward like we have - they can heal anything with their prayers and faith.

*  When you look at your child in a hospital bed and you don't have the words to comfort them, you realize that you don't have to say anything, just being there is something.

*  When you enter your home in the dark of the night, and it's empty, you follow the spirit to the room where it's the strongest and you curl up and cry yourself to sleep.  When you wake up - you realize it's that child's room your in.

*  When you think "wow - this is really tough on my kid", then they wheel in someone across the hall in the ER and they didn't make it... you count your blessings.

*  When you get up in the morning and you give up all you need to do in that day because the most important thing you can do is be with that child... you realize that there wasn't anything more important than doing that.

*  When you see the pain in their eyes, and the frustration, and the stubbornness... you realize that they are just a chip off of your very own block - and you have to smile.

*  When you kneel down at night and thank the big man in the sky for all of your blessings, you include this particular event in those blessings.

Because....

There is increased love, faith, prayers, trust, knowledge, and growth.  So for tonight - with a heavy heart - yet another body part probably going soon.... I'll just breath in and out, and in and out, and remind myself of the miracles performed by the human body that houses God's soul inside.

Thank you to my children, who bring my world together in every way - with laughter and love.  You are treasures to me always.  To Ryan... you are a very ornery trouper... but God isn't finished with you yet so keep on believing in him, he's never left your side.

WANTED: information please

Well, it's been a zillion years since I posted - and I feel a zillion years older.  Been an interesting bit of time since my last post.  I use to just love jumping on here and posting some crazy thing.  The past few weeks have been heavy on my mind and heart.  So to get past my blogging slump - I want to just post a few activities that have been on the table.  Then - I'll get back to the crazy of things.  Here's a mixture of the best information I have retained:

Andy turned two-free, and is now hooked on the Muppet Movies I hope.
Emma is now crawling, pulling herself up, and screaming dadadada..... so perfect..
Mandy is due in less than 4 weeks - we partied - we loved it and the manchild has a name.....
Karin came to visit - and brought her love and laughter
Ashley visited her brother in WA - including Bethany and two beautiful babies... oh - and for work also but we like the family part better.
Ashley also visited the inside of the Hillary's toilet in WA - trying to rid herself of food poisoning... ew..
Ryan M. is surviving being called as the Stake Sports Specialist... having to play basketball is now a calling in the church.
Ryan H. is employed - a moment of joy and excitement - because it's a really sweet job and he's happy!
Mike is overloaded with machine guns - and is loving the power from within.
Del cut his pony tail off - I was glad because I didn't have to put bubble gum in it in the middle of the night.
Del and I were called as Inter City Missionaries - thus the hair cut.... I'm kinda sad because apparently I can't wear my hooker boots during my service.
Gma couldn't find her Valentine I sent her - because she had opened it up and put in on the kitchen table for everyone to see - but she was still looking for the red envelope it came in.... that apparently still contained the Valentine I sent my mom for Valentines day.... oh my.
Ashley and I barely made it for the registration for Little Red Century ride - it filled in 23 hours... I say we should just freaking ride it for free.
It has snowed, blown, rained, sun shined, and hailed - all in the same day.
My brother earned his MASTERS DEGREE - a feat that I am uber excited for him about - and am proud of him for.
And the most important thing ... well - it's right up there at the top.... Coke is still a dollar at McDonalds.

Life is good on this Sunday night.... until tomorrow - when it will become..... Monday.