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I love, love, love these boys that God blessed us with. Wish I could say that I'm not in an all-out-internal panic about the swine flu. I feel this mother-bear urge to protect them, yet I feel helpless. I have a great desire to usher them into the house and lock them in. Mike is on a plane now and I'm sending him mental messages to hold his breath and not touch anything. This state of unknown about this illness (how quickly will it spread, etc..) scares me to the core. I can't recall ever feeling this worried about anything before. I'm trying to remind myself that I need to be informed and be cautious, but I also need to have faith that God will protect us. If you see me on the street and I seem to be talking to myself, I'm probably chanting, "have faith, have faith, have faith". :)
Psalm 91:11, For He will give His angels charge of you to guard you in all your ways.

I met my friend, Nancy, for lunch yesterday. She arrived with these beautiful flowers from her/her neighbor's gardens. I wish I could send along their scent with the photos: simply divine. She also came with lots of ideas -- like me starting a "square by square" vegetable garden with the boys. Ironically, I've been talking to Mike about starting one. The idea makes him laugh. Another of my wild ideas that requires great commitment (think triathlon). With Nancy's encouragement, I'm going to do it (who knows, maybe it will be a double win and get me excited about cooking?). I remember my parents growing tomatos in Ct (anything else, mom & dad?) and I loved it -- even though I was never interested in eating them. I think the kids would find it fun and interesting, too (Nancy said that she always had a garden when her boys were little. They are now in their 20's and are each starting their own.) I just heard on NPR that in 2007, 33 million people had home vegetable gardens. In 2009, its expected to be 43 million. Count me as one of them. I'm going to start my planning this weekend. I'll post about it again when we're up and running.