Such a Short Day

Yesterday I got home a little late, because I had my last class for the year. Donovan was tired--he had been outside working with his dad for the whole morning. He ate a little and then went to sleep. I took him to meet Maris at Avery's orthodontist appointment, so I really didn't have him very long. Maris got an appointment for him on Friday; a pediatric neurosurgeon will look at him and at the tests--and probably feel the need to do more--and give them an opinion. It doesn't seem right for such a tiny guy to have to go through all this. We are all so worried, but I know Maris will at least be glad to have some idea of what's going on and what the plan is. In the meantime, we enjoy his smiles and hang on.