well, tomorrow's the big day--israel's tonsillectomy.
it's funny that he speaks of it so fluently, though he has no idea what it's all about.
"israel, do you want to help me bake a cake?"
"no, i think we should wait until after my tonsils are out."

i don't really have anything profound to say about it all, but it's what's on my mind today. there is a surrealism about never having had surgery myself (stitches once, but nothing major) and yet my son is having surgery.
maybe that's a good thing--i'm not so nervous because i don't know what to expect. on the other hand, the diversity of personal accounts of friends' tonsillectomies varies so greatly that, again, i don't know what to expect.
i know rhonda is a bit uneasy (not worried, she'll tell you). but she's got two strikes against her already: she's a mom and she's the "one in a million that will experience complications". the complications from her tonsillectomy are the reason doctors have to warn you about the possible complications!
here's an interesting tidbit: he'll be the first adamson EVER to have his tonsils removed. i have mine; my brother has his, as does his kids, our dad, etc. ain't that just plain special.
i feel like i'm babbling in my blog today. perhaps i am. maybe that's a sign that i am actually nervous about all of it. maybe i've just had too much coffee already.

God, like abraham and isaac, i lay my son before You. You gave him to us and we rely on You to guide the surgeons and help his little body to heal. we are fearfully and wonderfully made, i know that full well. set our minds at ease.