The Power of Prayer

I know it's been awhile since I posted anything.  Life has just been oh so crazy.  It was a long time after Morgan was born that I was just not getting any sleep and I was barely functioning.  She is sleeping more at night now which has helped.  But still haven't had much time to think about blogging.  I am so behind on so many things but I don't seem to care that I am behind lately.  And that reason is why I am here posting on our blog.  You may think I am crazy after this post but here it goes...

SO Mark and I have always said that we have this feeling that he is going to die at a young age.  Just a hunch.  Nothing behind this.  Well a few weeks ago he had taken care of an ingrown toenail that he has dealt with for 15 years.  He then went hunting and it got infected.  Off to the doctor we go.  There he decided that he wanted to have both big toe nails removed for good.  He was tired of dealing with this.  So he had them removed expecting a 2 day recovery.  It was more like a week.  He ended up taking off work so that he could stay off his toes as much as possible.  He then tells me he had a dream that he died.  I also had a dream he died.  After telling each other that he got in the shower.  I then started thinking.  Thinking about how my Dad never took off work.  He finally took off a weekend so we could all go camping to celebrate my parents 20th (I believe ;) ) anniversary.  A few days later he had a freak accident as he fell off a roof he was shingling and hit his head on the side of the dumpster on the way down.  He went into surgery right away but didn't make it.  I miss him.  I miss him a lot and think of him often and how I wish Mark and the kids could have known him and my Dad know my wonderful family.  That was 11 years ago.  Now I can not stop thinking that this week that Mark stayed home and did nothing but spend time with us (as he lounged with his feet up of course) and not spending time trying to finish our kitchen.  He has spent so much time building our kitchen cabinets that I felt like I was raising our kids by myself.  But now we got a whole week with him.  It was awesome and the kids liked it too.  So now I am just so scared that this is a sign.  His toe getting infected led to a great week of spending time together.  And now what?  How is it going to happen?  When?  What makes it even scarier is that Mark has this same feeling.  Normally he would be telling me oh Leah quit thinking like that but now he is saying things like "I love you, just remember that."  His job isn't the safest job so I worry every night he goes to work.

Mark is my rock.  I couldn't imagine life without him.  He is an awesome husband and father.  I don't ever want to lose him but especially so early!  He needs to be around to grow old with me and see our kids grow and of course to see our kids have kids!

I know this might sound crazy to some but it just seems so real.  I have been crying over it for a few days now.  And what can we do?  Nothing.  Except pray.  Pray for his safety and health.  That is why I am posting this.  When Ethan was born this blog was a great place to keep all our friends and family informed on what was going on with Ethan.  And everyone prayed.  So now I am asking that you keep us in your prayers for our family's health and safety.  Again this may be just crazy but I would rather post this and nothing happen to him for 70 years than have something happen to him and not post it.  I believe in the power of prayer!


And just because all posts are better with pictures here are a few from my phone...

 He painted a pumpkin and got it in his hair ;)

 Ethan loved trick or treating this year!  The first couple houses though he walked in as they opened the door.... why would you just knock on the door and not walk in when they opened it anyway?!?!?