Sweet Relief.

 I took this picture yesterday. 

Such beautiful flowers from Valentine's Day.

I took this picture because I am a dork

and I love raspberries and they looked pretty to me too.

I feel like I can breathe

a sigh of relief!

I am savoring this sweet moment.

After yet another trial of a medication with no good results,

Davis's dear Doctor called in a new prescription

 on Tuesday night in hopes to quell the voices in his head.

An old, tried and true medication.

He had a rough day at school yesterday

with desperate calls of pleas for me to pick him up early.

He tried the medicine again at 1 o'clock

and by 6 o'clock he said that

there were no more voices in his head.

I asked him, "how long has it been since you haven't heard voices?'

He replied quickly, "forever" with a sigh.

And no voices this morning 

as he excitedly took two buckets, 

a bunch of gold pans and some pay dirt

for the kids in his gold panning club

 to try their hands at panning for gold.

It was short lived.
He called me complaining about voices and being so tired.
We have every hope that he can have that sweet relief again and again.
That's what we work and pray for every day.