Talk about anticipation. On Thursday, Cole went to have his one month post-operation x-ray. This would be the x-ray that gave us either the news that the cast was ready to come off or we would have to wait longer… up to two more weeks. Thursday couldn’t come fast enough, but really the waiting to hear from the doctor couldn’t come fast enough. We had the x-ray overnighted to Dr. Killian in Birmingham. We needed it to be read…
Our boys live for the next holiday. Usually, we finish one and the next question that follows is, “Now that we’ve had _____ what is coming next?” There is something magical about expectation. The anticipation and the longing often makes the celebration that much more exciting. And while our reactions temper as we age, I’m quite certain we still possess the same feelings towards the big day – no matter what kind of big day it is. In many ways,…
Waiting is hard… especially for me. I think my life really has had only one speed and it doesn’t seem that waiting fits well into that speed. I mean, I have trouble at doctor’s offices, red lights and even my mac pinwheeling. Waiting often feels purposeless. I’ve got better things to do than wait. I have honestly tried to evaluate this problem… even though I have trouble reconciling it as a problem. Surely there are better things to do wait……