Something that I have always struggled with, regarding my little man, is colds. Or rather, sniffly noses. Or rather, a sniffly nose. To clarify, we aren’t talking about my nose… but about my son’s. The poor dude apparently has some allergies and gets congested rather frequently. He also catches colds rather regularly, or at least it feels that way to me. He was finally over a major cold before we left to come to the east coast for a visit. He seemed like he was feeling fantastic and his poor little nose began running yesterday. By midway through the night, he was struggling to breathe without sniffling and coughing. Nothing…

Have you ever noticed that sometimes, when you have gotten out of a relationship or a situation and had some time to think or breathe, you start to notice things that you didn’t notice before?  Sometimes you realize that things were better than you had originally thought.  Sometimes you look back and realize that things were worse than you thought.  Sometimes you think about how you had handled it and realize that maybe you could have handled it differently, or should have.  Perspective is funny. When things are happening to us, we tend to let our emotions tint our view.  For instance, when someone hurts our feelings, everything that follows…

As I am typing, I am sitting up on a brand new memory foam mattress in the dark, listening to my son breathing deeply and cars driving down the neighborhood roads. I have a dull reminder of a horrid headache that I had earlier, but am, myself, very comfortable. I am home, in my other home. The home I was brought home from the hospital to. The home with my Mom and my Dad. And I am there with my son, the first grandchild, my first miracle. It feels great. Earlier this evening, I was able to sit in my parents’ living room and watch my son lead my mother…