She may be quiet, but she's a warrior and her prayers move mountains

I’m thinking a lot about little man lately. He takes up most of the day in my mind. 

Bloodwork yesterday was a nightmare. The nurses, who are wonderful, couldn’t find his itty bitty veins. They poked and prodded for almost 3 hours before we were successful. 

So now, we wait. Again. And I’m nervous and scared. And tired of posting such awful crap!

What I need to be thinking/talking about is his little big accomplishments. He is playing with toys. I love to watch him notice a light and how big his eyes get. Everything is amazing to him. And watching him be amazed is the highlight of my life. 

I want to ask, for anyone reading this, that you just slip him in your prayers each day. Pray that whatever is going on is treatable. Pray that he, and we, will be ok. Just pray. There is nothing stronger than the power of prayer.