The Creek

Today we found out something is wrong with our little baby.  Tomorrow Shannon and I go see a neonatal specialist.  In the meantime, I'm anxious.  Anxious to know what is next, what decisions will need to be made and what our family will look like this Christmas.  We could have sat around the house fretting, but we headed to the creek.  It is just a peaceful place to reflect.

The boys ran up and down looking for fish, til they realized all was futile, then they wallowed in any deep spot they could find pretending to be otters.    

We definitely have country kiddos, made so apparent this afternoon as they played for a couple hours with a container meant to usher home their catch.  First, it was a boat for Nicholas, then Dom.  Next, it was a runaway boat running aground at various points along the bank.  Finally, they decided since it was clear, one person could stand with their head and shoulders in it, while the other pushed it straight down in the water. This allowed the one inside to look around under the water and still breathe.  

It was a good way to spend the afternoon...watching my guys just be and realizing that no matter what the outcome tomorrow I still have seven precious children and God will guide us through this journey step by step.