Amanda and the Hendersons

This post will, no doubt, be completely random. . . .as to match the randomness of my thoughts lately. I have been thinking about things this week, things that are hard to think about.  I try to stay away from the down thoughts. . . .try not to ask the dreaded question.. . . . . . Why? Parklen and I have been in Denver this week......in the hospital since yesterday.  He has been through so much in his 3 short years.....so much.  I watch him struggle with different things in life, things that Paysen does with out a problem.  I watch him go through days when he feels sick and does little more than lay around.  I have seen him have days when he feels better and sucks every bit out of life.  Our last family hike was cut short because Parky didn't feel well, you can always tell by looking at his eyes, and if you miss that cue. . .you can't miss the crying.  He was ready to go almost as soon as we loaded him into the pack.  Paysen loves adventure....he gets so excited about

So very much has happened since the last post.     We have been on some family hikes in the recent weeks. One hike included our dog pushing Parklen into the river and Paysen falling into Cactus, the next had Paysen with Poison Ivy, and Parklen feeling so sick he cried the entire time.  One thing is for sure, nothing is normal about our family, everything we do has its quirks. . .its stumbles and mishaps.  But if you ask the boys, they love every adventure we go on.  Parky is drying off after his fall into the Platte. On our hikes, Paysen and I are partners.  He "helps" me along the path.  We celebrated Parky's birthday a couple weeks ago, Cant believe he is three. . . .the time goes more quickly with each passing day.. I wish I had a pause, and rewind button...... Parklen had an Ant hill cake this year, honestly I was just too exhausted to do anything better.  I will make up for it next year I'm sure.  And really. . . .he was just as excited about his one hou

I don't like to slide, I don't like to swing, but when we are at the park, you CAN take pictures of me!!! Yes, I love home-made whipped cream On this day I think of you. . . . The things I have been taught through your very existence. I think of the power in your smile. On this day I think about the days when we thought we would lose you. The feeling we had standing over the hospital bed. I think of the fear. On this day I think of the many trials, The drives we have taken to the hospital, I think of our bond. On this day I think of the day you were born, The moment I met you, I think of the joy. On this day I think of your chubby cheeks, The way they feel when I kiss them, I think of your cuteness.. On this day I think of your strength, The bravery you show, I think of your courage. On this day I think of your spirit, The light you carry with you, I think of the many lives you have touched. On this day I shed some tears, The happy kind, I think of my baby. White Ch

For over a year and a half we have had a wonderful woman in our lives.  She has come to our home once a week, three times a month. . . . She is Parky's Special "teacher."  At our house we call her his therapist. . . .She has worked with him on motor skills, both fine and gross, She has helped him with problem solving, letters, shapes, colors and more. But the thing she has done the best is make him feel special, smart and important.  Parklen doesn't get a whole lot of social interaction. . .mostly because he cant.  Other kids are sick, or he is.  He doesn't go to pre-school like his brother, barely even gets to go to church.  But Bre would come, she would come to play,  with just him.  She wasn't there to poke him with needles, to check his heart, to look in his ears, to give him medicine. . . She was just there to play.  Parklen has stood at the window each week watching as she comes down the road. . .once he spots her he runs to hide so that he can scar