five question friday

1. What is better, growing old with out money or dying young and wealthy?
Hmmm...the part I'm stuck on is "without money." Is this like, no money and starving? Or just poor. Poor I can do..starving, different story! So, I guess I'll go with old and almost no money!

2. Who takes out the garbage at your house?
Mostly, my husband. I've only done it a handful of times in 14 years.

3. Have you ever had the same dream many times?
Yes, several in fact. One of them being that my man and I are trying to get alone so we can..um...fold laundry ;o) and we keep getting interrupted. Oh wait! That happens in real life too!

4. Can you play a musical instrument?
Not even a little. I hope to change that someday and learn how to play the piano.

5. If you owned your own store, what would you sell?
Let's see, it would have to be something that I didn't want so I wouldn't hoard everything and go bankrupt! Probably baby stuff. Who am I kidding...I'd keep all that too.

today

Today I am..

...tired. This staying up late with an infant every night is kickin' my butt!

...thankful. Thankful for friends who care and family that love me in spite of myself, for my beautiful, wonderful children and husband and the life I get to share with them, for the love of God and His daily reminders that He is near.

...tubby. As in FAT! I have got to stop using breastfeeding as an excuse to eat anything and everything that crosses my path!

...trying to be the best wife and mama that I can be, allowing the Lord to take my weakness and use it for His glory.

...tempted to hire a maid! My house is a wreck and above mentioned infant is not helping the situation! She is totally a mama's baby and, if she's awake she wants be held...by me and only me!

every day

Not one day goes by that I don't thank the Lord for Sam's remarkable health.

After talking to dozens of CF parents, reading other parents' blogs and hearing about numerous children with CF, I am humbled by our relatively easy road. Yes, Sam takes 6-7 medications several times a day. Yes, he spends 1-3 hrs a day doing breathing treatments and the Vest. Yes, we have to constantly remind him to eat. But, in all honesty, we have it SO good. He is virtually cough-free and wheeze-free. We joke that he is healthier than his "healthy" friends, rarely coming down with colds, infections or needing oral antibiotics.

And every day I marvel at the hand of God on our little man's life. Why us? Why do we have it so good when there are thousands of other children struggling for breath, waiting for lung transplants, being hospitalized for weeks and months at a time?

I don't know.

All I do know is, that we are so very grateful for this good day. And every day.