10:00 a.m. bright and early. Our Brave Hero will be laying on the exam table, torso smeared in clear gel while Mom sings 5 Green and Speckled Frogs over and over and over again.
Yeah, I lost my fear of singing in public about 3 years ago.
About the same time I pick up a whole passel of new ones.
Fears that is.
Think of us tomorrow morning, k?
And for those that pray, we’re asking that Parker’s echo doesn’t look any worse. That his heart is not any bigger than his previous echo.
And some good news. Even just a bit of good news, would be wonderful.