All evening, I've been playing the "what was happening a year ago?" game. At this time last year, I was mostly lying on my side, propped up with pillows, hooked up to IVs in both arms, trying to read magazines, getting groggy from the meds they gave me, waiting for my body to get going on the whole labor thing, and trying not to worry as my blood pressure kept creeping up. At this point in the night, they'd given me a sleeping pill, and while I tried to rest, Matt, too, tried to rest in the uncomfortable chair under the window. I remarked tonight that the passing of this year is baffling to me. It's not so much that I can't believe Sam is turning one, it's that I cannot believe that another year of life has passed by so quickly. Another year here in Decorah. Another year of pastoring. Another year of marriage. A year full of extraordinary highs and lows. Perhaps I feel so tender because I'm scared for my dad's scan results tomorrow, which will tell
