Makin a Wish

A few months ago this arrived in our mailbox

It arrived right side up of course...but I...for the life of me...cannot get it to flip.

It was humbling.
It was overwhelming.

But it was also a boo-hoo worthy reminder.

A reminder about how fragile he is.

Or,  
if you are a fan of A Christmas Story,
he is Frageeeeelay. 
We think he's Italian.

But he runs.
He jumps.
He swims.
He plays.

But he also has what equates to a ticking clock inside of his chest.

His valve will fail.

At some point.
It will fail.

And that will be his life.
His whole life.

Replace and fail.
Replace and fail.
Replace and fail.
And until technology can catch up to itself and not require him to undergo open heart surgeries periodically for the rest of his life
this is what we live with.


Each checkup we wonder.

Gracious we love this man and his careful care of our son!

Each surgery a risk.

A risk.
To this incredible life.

So here we are.
Healthy, happy and about to embark on a trip to the Happiest Place on Earth.
We've never, ever been...any of us. 
So all tips and suggestions are appreciated!

To say he is a wee bit excited would be understating it substantially.
The countdown is on.
We leave in about a week.

And we can't wait.

I intend to blog the trip each day
course...
I also intend to scrub the bathtubs in my house
and I intend to plant a garden
and vacuum the car
and formulate a plan for world peace
and
and
and
well
never mind.