Yesterday I woke up early, before the alarm, before David, before Caleb even.
I could hear Olivia breathing from the family room.
It's that time of year again.
The time when our nebulizer gets put through it's paces and really starts earning its keep. Last night when I was going to bed the ten o'clock news told me not to worry, because those people who have died from the H1N1 flu all had underlying causes like asthma.
Lungs are not my family's strong point.
I am surrounded by Reuben Lands. I imagine myself as Swede by the way. Is that reaching? Oh well. I can't help myself. I just about die of love when she starts banging on the walls. I suppose instead I ought to wish I was Reuben's dad and could produce a miracle whenever I needed one. It is very likely we may need one before this winter is over.