As I posted earlier today, days are moment to moment.  Lachlan slept all morning.  When he was still asleep at lunch time I didn’t worry too much because he didn’t go to bed until midnight!  He’s a night owl like his Mama.  He also wakes several times through the night. But then it was one o’clock, two o’clock, three o’clock… still asleep.  The last time he slept this late was Father’s Day; not many days before he entered ICU with seizures and respiratory distress.  I had to run to the post office and left him at home with Cullen.  It is a beautiful day.  Beautiful.  Warm but cool in the shade.  Slight breeze.  Picnic weather.  As I drove down the road I looked up at the sky.  The big puffy clouds against the bright blue sky.  It made me think of God.  A big smile crossed my face.  Then, with no warning,  I completely lost control of my mind.  I was stopped at a light, staring at the sky, screaming, “WHERE ARE YOU!!!!????” over and over.  In the back of my mind were images of lightening bolts and plagues coming down on me, but I couldn’t stop.  Where are you God?  Coming in the neighborhood I passed Cullen and the boys in his truck.  Lachlan had woken and they were going for a ride.  He was in a great mood, and wanted french fries.  Mere minutes after my tirade my two boys were at the kitchen table dipping their fries into their milkshakes.  And God appeared.  Of course, it wasn’t long before Lachlan got down from the table screaming.  The familiar look of ‘ick’ on his face.  He vomited, and went back to bed.  Moment to moment.  The daily roller coaster.