Our day began at 2:00 AM

With Tobin coming into our room complaining of how his ear and his throat were hurting. Now Tobin had been sick on Thursday and didn't go to school, but we thought we had moved past that. Now, at 2:00 am in the morning, I saw that we actually had taken a different path. We turned on the light to give him some advil and T said that for sure his throat was too sore to swallow the pills. That is when we saw how swollen this throat really was. I'm not sure if T already knew this, but Andy and I took one look, looked at each other and said, "I'll go." Andy insisted, so I began getting Tobin ready for the emergency room visit as Andy got himself ready. The funny, ironic, poetic justice of it all was that a moment before Tobin walked in, Andy had come into our room from downstairs where he had been watching a movie (yes, until 2:00 AM, my thoughts exactly). No sleep for the weary! So, as T and Andy walked out of the room, Brenna walked into the room. No rest for me either. She was very worried about her brother and we were still up at 3:30ish waiting for the phone which finally rang around 4 AM to let us know that they had started an IV (I think to give a round of antibiotics) and were going to do a cat scan to make sure that the lymph nodes were not filled with pus (gross, I know). Luckily, they weren't and Tobin returned home around 7:00ish. We all went back to bed to begin our night's sleep. And darn the luck, in walked Noah, ready for his day, fresh and ready to go!


Brenna brought this note home with her from school today. It reads: Dear Tobin,
I hope your neck is feeling better. Did you really almost faint? Are you feeling better? I really miss you when I'm at school. I think about you every single minute. Love, Brenna (are your eyes dry? Cause mine aren't)