One day in Phoenix, we drove on the Apache Trail and stopped at a lake for a while. Leif spent most of the time running by the water, then running on the ramp being chased by his Aunt Shawna. He ran for about two hours, pretty much without stopping.
Anytime I see him running like this, I think of a doctor who told us when Leif was born that he would always be "sick" and in "pain." The doctor urged us not to do any surgeries, to opt for compassionate care, because "it's cruel to keep these kids alive." And for some people, I know the surgeries aren't so successful, and surgery isn't the best option. But for Leif, I know it was, and any time I see him racing around like that, I wish that doctor could see him laughing and running.
Leif's Aunt Shawna chasing him
