Wowww. It's been since November. I would be surprised if I had any readers left, but I am a Mommy first. I have spent all five days of this month, February, "heart month", CHD Awareness month, thinking about how I want to address the significance of it without sounding redundant. If you have read my blog for any length of time, you have seen the many posts about Paxton. His journey. His fight. His stunning bravery, of which I don't know that I would have in his shoes. I have written about it all many times. To me though, there is nothing redundant about it. Nothing redundant about living day to day wondering if he will wake up tomorrow, because guys, that is our reality. Panicking if he oversleeps. Holding my breath as he goes to ju jitsu and attempts to be a normal child, never quitting, not even for a second, while I sit and watch his lips turn blue as he exerts himself. Waiting. Just waiting for the ball to drop. There is nothing red...