Emory got the flu.. ya, pretty terrible. It's hard being so helpless while your child suffers.. knowing you would do ANYTHING in the world to take their place... suffer in their stead. He is doing better now, but long hours were spent in his recovery. Trying times these have been with everyone covered in sickness.
I find myself at the same old crossroads, constantly. I can't seem to escape the same old roads. I hope things will change one day.. maybe it will be easier, maybe it will be harder... I don't care as long as it's different.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
.. it's a new day.
This is going to be a short, very uninteresting post because I am incredibly tired.
My life, as a story, would be filled with the greater climaxes and the lower dramatic sequences of any person I know... not to say that it's been a hard life... but more or less a 'full' one.
Yet despite the good and bad times throughout my story... there is not a single chapter I would change.
This is my son, Emory Nolan... and for the first part of my life... he's the conclusion.. the amazing resolution.. the jaw dropping outcome.. he is my reward. One day, when he's older, I hope can fully explain to him the impact he has made on my life... and the savior's shoes that he filled at such a young age.
My life, as a story, would be filled with the greater climaxes and the lower dramatic sequences of any person I know... not to say that it's been a hard life... but more or less a 'full' one.
Yet despite the good and bad times throughout my story... there is not a single chapter I would change.
This is my son, Emory Nolan... and for the first part of my life... he's the conclusion.. the amazing resolution.. the jaw dropping outcome.. he is my reward. One day, when he's older, I hope can fully explain to him the impact he has made on my life... and the savior's shoes that he filled at such a young age.
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