Another New Month

This evening, Logan ate 10 Cheerios and drank an entire 4-ounce container of apple juice over a 2 1/2 hour span. Oh, how I wanted to shout it from the rooftops when he finished the last drops of his juice and his straw made that sucking, slurping noise as it attempted to vacuum out the minimal, unslurpable remainders. But that's what life is about these days: Celebrating the ordinary mundane details and recognizing them all as the achievements they truly are. (We just won't focus on the fact that he threw up said cereal and juice a few hours later.)

He had a decent day, but is definitely very, very tired and very, very, very weak. The BMT doc --who happens to be on this week-- told Adam this morning that he was hoping to discharge Logan on Monday. Monday! Of course, he needs to be weaned from the Morphine, off Oxygen completely (he's currently on a 2 litre nasal cannula) and a few other issues need to be addressed, but wow, to think that this entire journey could be nearing a happy end --because after all, Mark 11 is TRUE, people!-- is almost too good to believe.

Unfortunately, Brady is crying and it's much too late for me to be up typing anyway, but I felt compelled to post something. Thank you for praying when I can't. Thank you for lifting up my son and my entire family. Every single person who takes the time to pray for us is a blessing, and we're so deeply grateful for every single one of you.