Grow a pair.

I've done a lot of things lately that I don't want to do. In my prayers, I've asked for greater opportunities to serve. Of course that won't be easy. I have to drop my selfish attitude, man up, and press on. My biggest success lately, in my eyes, has been heating the house. We have electric heat (high cost) and a wood burning stove. It's not the last thing I want to do at the end of a work day but it's close. I arrive home and exchange the tie and slacks for gloves, a head lamp, and a maul. Soon, our small home will go from 60 to 80 degrees. This usually means a happy wife still wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets and me on the top of the covers with beads of sweat dripping off my forehead. We haven't been taking a whole lot of pictures lately so I thought I'd post these. These are the 20 week ultrasound photos. Baby Lyon is now 25 weeks so these pics are old news. I, dad, love feeling her kick and punch my hand. Katie would have a different opinion on the matter. There's nothing like getting sucker punched in the bladder and then having a grown man talking baby talk while poking your belly. Let me tell you...that girl can kick! It used to be cute but last night I pulled my hand back and looked at Katie and said, "That just ain't right."

She has cyclist legs.

I had great intentions to throw down something good in this post. Something insightful. Something memorable. But when I look at her pictures I can't get past the tibia. She has metatarsals and phalanges. It's amazing. I look at her heart ventricles and nasal bone (She got Katie's thank God!). She also has my heart. I'm experiencing a level of ownership and protection like never before. It's overwhelming. Then i'm reminded there is One Greater. One who knows and allows her blood to flow. That makes it easier and much more enjoyable.

Quit the whining. Quit the complaining. Do what's been asked of you. Take the criticism from those who love you. Walk the dogs cause you need it more than they do. Treat your patients not just for their health but because they feed your wife and child. It's not about you Scott. It never is and never will be...ever. And that's ok.