There’s that phone call that no parent ever wants to get, ever. We got that call this past weekend. Our oldest son was at the hospital and needed to have brain surgery. The nurse asked for verbal permission; pretty sure I screamed yes. We walked around aimlessly, throwing things into a suitcase. Something made me reach into my nightstand and grab my Bible that my parents gave me when I was confirmed. The next thing we knew we were driving at 4am to Minnesota. We decided to leave Jacob at home with family, which although was the right decision, was very hard to leave him behind not knowing when we’d be back or what was happening. Both my boys are strong and are fighters; I know this.