Doesn't appear that I will have a lot of readers.

In retrospect it is perhaps for the best that not too many people take the time to read my ramblings. I do tend to ramble on.
Well another day has came and went and now it is my son that is sick. I feel sorry for these poor kids. They go through so much, nothing at all like it was when I was a kid. I can remember that it was indeed a rare event were I ever to become ill. I guess I owe that to a hardy constitution. It seems that kids today spend most of their time sick. One has to wonder if it is environmental or dietary changes that has made the difference.

A long day begins

As my wife is working today, we were counting on our teenage daughter to be able to lend a hand with the little one while we both were at work. As it turns out, she woke up and made a mad dash for the bathroom as well. Looks like I will be staying home and taking care of both of them. At least at this point our 12 year old boy is not ill and has been lending a hand where he can. What can I say, I hate this time of year.

Another late night.

I am typing this when I am supposed to be sleeping. Sleep is something that is a little hard to do when you need to be close to a sick child. It must have been something she ate that has her stomache upset. Poor girl has had a rough go of it tonight. I have her on the couch right now as her bedding is now in the wash.
Although I will be exausted for work in the morning, it is a sacrifice I am more than willing to make for her. She just turned six this last April, and her eyes still have that beautiful gleam to them that proclaims she has not yet been touched by the troubles of the world. Her smile lights up my day and reminds me of why life is so precious.
We almost lost her when she was just three weeks old. She had a coarctation of the aorta (A narrowing of the major artery leading out of the heart) which nearly proved fatal. She was rushed by helicopter to St. Mary's hospital in Grand Junction Colorado, and then was flown to Primary Childrens Hospital in Salt Lake City Utah. I was never so scared of losing anything in my life. From the very minute she entered my life I have loved nothing more than her. I guess you can say that I am the very epitome of a proud father. She reminds me a lot of what it means to be innocent. That was something that was lost to me a very long time ago.
I look in the mirror these days and no longer see the little boy I used to be. I can remember having a boundless joy for life and the world around me. I guess that time stipped that from me little by little over the years. My eyes seem almost dead to me now, like their is a great emptiness behind them, a void that once contained all that I held special. I guess that happens to us all. As our knowlege of the world grows we loose a bit of that spark, that joy of living that we come into the world with. I see that spark in her eyes now. I see it, and I remember what it was like to be full of hope for tomorrow. I guess time slowly replaces our dreams of tomorrow with the memories of yesterday.