Well, it is our second day of summer-like temps, and man - is it ever nice.  I hope this weather holds through until next week.  Dave & I have tickets for Monday afternoon's “Opening Day” ballgame and I'm keeping my fingers crossed hoping it won't snow.

Dom has been home sick the last couple days - I took him to see Dr. Vik this afternoon and it appears he has a viral infection.  He's already on the way to recovery -- has been fever-free all day today.  All three of the kids get sick from time to time; I guess it comes with childhood.  But when Dominic gets sick I tend to worry more.  Since birth - he has kept the hospitals busy.  His outpatient surgery when he was one month old (he had a valuloplasty done to correct his pulmonary stenosis) was the first of a series of trips.  Shortly after he turned 2 yrs, he met the corner of a desk right above his right eye and we spent that Sunday morning in the emergency room getting stitches.  And then, of course, there was the time right after we moved to Troy that Dom needed to have his adenoids (didn't know what those were before him...) removed - and so, another outpatient trip to the local hospital.  We also spent the night with the emergency doctors when Dominic scratched his cornea about 3 years ago..... and most recently, last fall we spent a Saturday night there again when Dom was diagnosed with pneumonia. 

Dominic's a hearty kid - don't get me wrong.  He doesn't get sick that often, it's just when he does -- he goes all out.  And, unfortunately for me - I don't think the end is near.  As he grows up he's only going to be more active.  His baseball leagues, basketball games and general goofing around is only going to present more opportunities for trips to the emergency room. 

Before kids Dave used to tell me, "just wait until you have a son...."  I didn't quite understand him then -- didn't believe boys were that much different than girls.  Now I get it.  But, if this is the worst I have to deal with as Dominic's mom, then I feel blessed.  So many parents face tragic situations for their children.  I often thank God for the three healthy and beautiful children I have been given. 

Parenthood sure keeps life interesting.  And I found myself saying "thank-you" for a lot this past year.  It was a scare thinking I might not be here for them as they grow up.  And, I guess - that is never really guaranteed for anyone.  It's just so important to live in the present and enjoy what the day offers.  There is a saying I recently taped to the fridge -- "Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin."  So true, so true.

On that note, I'd better say good-bye.  Have a wonderful Wednesday tomorrow - and remember to live it to the fullest.  God bless, Michelle