Sweet Boy

My boy spent two nights away from home this week. Two nights in a row. Which, before this week, was the total number of nights he had spent away from home in his entire life. Thanks Nana and Grandpa for taking him home. We needed the rest. We needed the time to get the house put together, to get to the grocery story and get life back on track, but good lord we missed him. So...with no more reason other than I love his sweet face, here are some recent pictures of my Henry.

We are really working on this smiling for the camera thing. I think he has it down.

Henry says "C-A-T-S Cats! Cats! Cats!" (I like how he is only carrying around his two Kentucky blue blocks. This boy is going to be die hard) Self portrait with Mama. Henry actually has his eye on the game. Men.

Having fun playing with Papa

I love him so much

I have a funny feeling this will go into the pile of pictures he is mad at me for sharing once he is big enough to have a vote...but come on. He is adorable! (CHEEEEESE!!)

Reading "Mister Brown Can Moo, Can You?" Again.

Henry loves listening to his Papa play the guitar.

Elevator Etiquette

I was on an elevator yesterday and I was all alone. I was standing very near the buttons because...well...I just pushed one, and seeing as how I was alone in the elevator I felt it was wasted energy to move away from that spot. Right as the doors began to close a small middle aged man slipped into the lift (I thought it was fun to call it a "lift"). He announces "I MADE IT!" to the elevator...which only contains me, and the squeezes himself in between me and the button panel so he can push his own button. I immediately move to the other side of the elevator, taking several steps back to indicate the appropriate distance I want between me and the little man. The elevator is large and there are only two of us. I have given up the prime spot right near the buttons and feel okay as we are setting in for our three story ride. The man then moves from the button panel to my side of the elevator. MY SIDE. And he stands really close. Like totally personal space close. Like I hardly need to raise an arm to touch him close. I don't want to be rude, but I take a step forward. And so does he. The doors open and I bolt. Creepy elevator-personal-space-invader.

The day before my older sister and I were on the elevator and a woman gets on. The doors aren't even closed and she goes into this story about her daughter getting stuck in an elevator. How they had to open the doors with her between floors and how she had to jump. I wonder if she tells this story to everyone who she rides on an elevator with. She acted like she just couldn't WAIT to tell us about the elevator horror story.

Elevators bring out weird sides of people. Maybe I will take the stairs a little more often. But probably not. I am awfully lazy. People just need to learn some elevator etiquette. Don't stand too close, don't talk about stories of elevators breaking or crashing. Just stand there quietly for the 30 second ride. It really should be as simple as that.

Thank You

Thank you all so much for the thoughts and prayers. My family has gotten through the critical time with all of this and are now looking at the long term. That is staggeringly difficult to wrap our minds around, but it will happen. It is amazing how one day everything can change. The day before you would say, "I don't think I could do it...I don't think we could function if that happened to our family" but then these things happen and you do it. You function. You get up each morning and you deal with the situation. You don't fall to pieces (much). You are there and you are doing what needs to be done. You are still living your life and you are loving your family. You are laughing a little and talking a lot. You feel like yourself. You feel almost normal. But scared. But almost normal.

I am back to work today. This feels foreign. It definitely feels like the wrong place to be. But we are moving forward and part of that is getting back to work. It is hard for me not to talk about details on here, but I only really want to for selfish reasons. I want you all to tell me that it will be okay. That you know people who have gone through this and it was never an issue again. I want comfort. But I completely respect the person who has asked for this privacy. They are so brave and strong and I am amazed by them every single day. So thank you for praying for my family. If you can keep us in your prayer over the coming weeks and beyond, that would be wonderful. I most likely wont speak much of this anymore, but I wanted to say thank you.