On My Heart

 Kieran had his physical therapy appointment this morning.  She asked if he is always this laid back.  He didn't cry at all, even when she moved his head in positions that made me cringe.  She promised me it would not hurt him:)  The diagnosis is a mild misshaped head (Plagiocephaly) due to him favoring one side.  She said it can happen so fast when their heads go through growth spurts.  We have exercises to do with him at home and hopefully it'll correct on it's own.  We need to keep him on his tummy as much as possible, encourage him to turn to his right more, and do the exercises.  Good stuff that we can handle!

 I'm starting to get really sad about going back to work next week.  I just work one day, Wednesday, as we don't have school on Thurs./Fri.  I won't work on Fridays anyway again this year so that is something to be very thankful for.  The picture below was taken last night as he slept in my arms before bed.  I love pictures when our kids are sleeping.  They look so peaceful and in complete contentment.  I just love his sweet face:) I cherish those moments of just snuggling with them.

I read a couple of mom blogs of some women from NW Arkansas.  I can't even remember how I stumbled across them, but it's interesting to see a "southern" perspective on life and being a mom.  It is much different.  Most of them are stay at home moms, have huge homes (what in the world to their husbands do?) and use phrases such as "chawed" and "dog ears" for pigtails.  I've grown to love them.  They are sweet Christian women who aren't afraid to share the love of Jesus everywhere they go.  One of them, a young Mom, who I've followed for over two years just lost her husband in a single car accident.  To say I've been consumed with thinking about her and their 10 month old baby girl is an understatement.  Not only do I grieve for their loss, but it makes me think about what if something happened to one of us.  I know we would be devastated to lose one another, but I mostly think about our kids.  I can't imagine them not knowing who their Dad really was as a person, or knowing the sound of their mother's laugh.  Life is so painful at times yet so unbelievably joyous at other times.  I hate seeing people suffer in this way.  The only thing I can do is hang onto the hope, grace, and promise that one day we will experience no pain physically or emotionally in heaven. Anyway, this women's blog is here (Julee) if you want to read and pray for this family.