I am so happy to be home sweet home and watching the snow begin to fall. The last few days have been crazy, but amidst the challenges of having an extremely sick, hospitalized baby, the Lord has been so good to us. We have felt the prayers of so many, have experienced His perfect peace, while knowing that Will was not only in excellent human hands, but more importantly in the hands of a Father who created him, and loves him more than any of us can fathom.
Will made wonderful improvements through Wednesday night, and woke up a completely different baby Thursday morning - alert, smiling, fever free. He'll still be fighting the cough and chest congestion for the next week or so (and getting his appetite back), but it was such an answer to prayer to be able to get home and be together as a family before the big snow storm moved in.
I have to record one of my favorite moments. I came home for about an hour on Wednesday evening (thanks to a wonderful friend who was willing to sit with our babe) just so I could see my boys and pick up a few needed items. When Andrew asked when I was coming back again, I told him we were really praying that Will would be well enough to come home tomorrow, but we weren't sure yet. Immediately he grabbed Caden's hand and in his sweet voice asked if he wanted to pray with him. He knelt down on our stairs and very earnestly prayed "Dear Jesus, please help Will. be with the doctors, and help him get better soon. amen."
It was so sweet to see my boy turning to our Lord on his own, and praying so sincerely - there is nothing that will be more important for him to learn how to do in this life.
Will with a cookie bouquet that some dear friends sent