Little Mister and momma are sick…again. I’ve lost track of how many times we’ve been sick since December. I do know it is my second time on Prednisone in less than two months. Itchy, numb head, watering eyes, congested. Blarg.

“Hope is that beautiful place between the way things were…and the way things are yet to be.” – Unknown (Found on Pinterest).

I am hopeful that my next MRI (on May 13th) is clear, that the doctor’s figure out what is going on with me (severe allergies? I take my meds daily for allergies and asthma), the my Little Mister feels better soon. I am hopeful that my two teenager make it through this rough patch relatively unscathed. That their teens years will be remembered with joy. I am hopeful that I can develop a budget for my family that allows us to pay down our debt within 3 years.

Mostly, I am hopeful to get my health to the point where I can be more active for my children and myself. I want us to go on hikes again, camping again. I want us to be the active family we were and can be again.

Nitty Gritty Dirt Band – Fishin’ In The Dark: