Addi shivered with nerves in Daddy's lap, repeatedly asking us what they were going to do to her. Her anxiety for this appointment was making her sick.
The list of what could be done was too short. There is nothing to "fix", not a quick, definitive fix anyway. I am relieved, but also frustrated that I am left helpless to help her. Her one kidney is healthy and there is nothing at all concerning her kidney to worry about.
We walked out of the clinic with an order to pee different, cleanse her system and change her diet. Okay. Check. Check. And check. We will give our best try.
With the stress of the appointment behind us, we headed to one of Spokane's pick-your-own farms. We needed to be outside. We needed to run. We needed fun. Plus Addi and I had homemade, fresh applesauce and apple cider on our minds and we were hoping to pick our own apples.
With apple picking closed for the day the kids played in Pumpkin Land instead. Daddy proclaimed, "If you can carry it, you can have it." And the tedious search for their perfectly proportioned pumpkin commenced.
Children aren't hardened to the simple fact that joy is found in the seemingly small parts of life. It is the innocence of childhood that makes picking out a pumpkin so darn special. It is not the big moments that matter most. It is all the tiny moments rolled up together that writes our story. It is what matters most and they have it all figured out. I pray they don't lose it along the way.
Landon tried everything to argue Dad's proclamation ––he sat, he rolled, he pointed, he tried to heave ones three times his weight, until finally he gave in a found a smaller one that was acceptable.
With their selections made and mama's annoying picture taking finished, they had ice cream!
#thingslandonsays
"Mom. Santa is going to bring me a real talking ghost for Halloween-Christmas. Ok?"
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