Rocks and worry.

Davis has been so obsessed with gold panning.

We have so many rocks from Alaska on our dining table.

Still.

Sparkling and beautiful.

He's been talking about how to celebrate his birthday

which is coming in a few weeks.

Talking and talking and talking 

for almost a whole year.

Now, it's fevered.

We have to wait till

the next x-ray 

to see how his neck

is healing 

before we can plan 

exactly what we will do.

So many plans.

He changes his mind 

nearly 100 times a day

or more.

He had a rough night last night.

He had such a difficult time falling asleep

and woke up at 3:30.

He finally went back to bed

and slept
until I got him up for school
at 6:35 am.

Most days he does

amazingly well.

Really amazing.

How do I not worry so much

about every single day

of his life.
How do I?