Home

The word home... four little letters, not a big word but it means so much.

Miriam Webster says that a home is where a person lives. Really, it's so much more than that. Home is where you live, where you feel the most comfortable, where everything is safe and well known, where daily life can happen without wondering if you're disturbing anyone else, where you can wash dishes in your underwear... if you so desire. 😉

Yesterday we headed "home" for football, cheerleading, and praise team practice. It sounds like a long trip, but really, all those practices happen at the same time! It's a blessed thing to be able to stay here at the Ronald McDonald house near Alexander, but still be close enough to home that we can let the kids have some semblance of normalcy in the midst of all the hospital craziness! It definitely isn't easy, or cheap, driving a big ol' Suburban back and forth, but the smiles on their faces, seeing friends, and participating in something other than medical speech is totally worth it! And for me, going to praise team rehearsal is another worship service during the week. It was so nice yesterday just to relax and sing and praise and not think about medical crap and beeping monitors.

I also have a new fulltime job. I have been and will be spending LOTS of time on the phone and computer making sure that Alexander has the best doctors, all the therapies he will need with the best therapists, and anything else he needs! It's kinda crazy thinking that we might get a dog back inside the house. Daddy had stated NO MORE DOGS, but I'm thinking that a service/therapy dog may be in order. It'll be easier taking care of a dog that goes everywhere with us ;-).