Tonight was rough

It's hard telling a young boy he is going to have surgery on his foot. He kept saying it doesn't hurt and it was fine. He got so scared he got sick. This poor sweet boy.

We talked, we loved, we role played with dolls we hugged, we cried and we all held him, and we explained to him why this was needed.

It broke our heart when he said no I'll be good. I'll walk better please. I will daddy, Papa please.

It was a very hard night.

Tt told him he'd wear a cast just like his so they would match.

We got him calmed down and relaxed and he's asleep in Joel's arms right now. Joel is afraid to move because he doesn't want to wake him up and have to start all over.

We have to be there at 10 am tomorrow. I wish it was earlier.

This poor sweet boy of ours. He just doesn't understand why. But we got him and we'll get him though it. I hope it's ok to ask for a few prayers for our big man tomorrow.

This sweet boy of ours