On the Other Side...

Visiting my own blog feels a little foreign and abandoned. I'm not sure what to say. It's weird that a month of my life seems to have evaporated, and I'm on the other side, now, of a life that is completely different. So much has happened. We have been the recipients of so many miracles. After all the challenges we've been through, I feel strengthened and hopeful toward all the challenges to come. I have found a gratitude and perspective for life that I hope to never lose. I know that prayers are answered. I know that the Lord sends the right comfort and reassurance when we need it. And I know the Lord has a plan. I have absolutely no doubt.

I'm recovering well, feeling a little better each day. I'm grateful for the cards, letters, dinners, visits, gifts, treats, texts, and all the wonderful ways that people show their love. What I appreciate the most is the love behind the gesture. I am touched by everyone who reached out in their own way. I'm grateful for the prayers. I know they work!

And look at the biggest miracle of all! Peter Scott Hannay





He makes it all worth it.

I'm not sure what I'll do with this blog. I have never felt that a blog is an appropriate place for the extremely personal/spiritual experiences of my life. But I have a hard time writing in a way that separates those experiences from the every day moments. It's all weaved together. I might make the blog more private and use it for journaling. I might get rid of it all together. I might just blog about the every day stuff like I did before. Who knows?

I am already loving September. I swear we dropped 20 degrees on September 1st. And I can finally sleep! After a cold tub before bed, two fans blowing on me all night, and open windows with a lovely breeze, I ALMOST had to use a sheet last night. Almost.



So... I'm beginning to doubt that I'm really having a baby. I swear I had worse/more frequent contractions a week ago. I had a harder time sleeping a week ago. And I had less energy a week ago. Shouldn't it be the other way around?

Today is Thursday...

Today would be a great day to have a baby. Seriously, the schedule is wide open.



Let's all hope, for Little Man's sake, that this blast from the past isn't accurate.



I kept having the same dream last night. In my dream, my sister called to tell me that my water broke and that I needed to go to the hospital before I developed an infection. This news would wake me up, and I'd hurry to the bathroom, scaring Scott every time: "Linds, are you okay? Is it time?" I'd come back to bed, reassure him it was just a bathroom break, and slip into another deep snooze. An hour later I'd have the same dream, and we'd do it all again.



This little boy is three days late so far. My sense of punctuality did not translate to my offspring!