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GoGurt and a Kiss

Diabetes doesn’t sleep.  And blood sugars still fluctuate at night.

Admittedly, we don’t check EVERY night as some do (that is entirely a different blog post).  But all too often, checks in the night are completely necessary.

Our schedule is that Ryan checks before HE goes to bed, then Jason and/or I check before we go to bed which is usually between 11:00 – midnight.

Several weeks ago, I went up to check Ryan and he was 72.  Too low to go to bed for the night, we like to see that number around 120.  So I went downstairs to get a GoGurt, our nighttime sugar low treat of choice.  It has a great combination of carbs/sugar and protein to keep his number up longer.  Bonus:  we can just squeeze in his mouth and all he has to do is swallow.

Jason followed me back upstairs with the GoGurt to watch (and to be engaged . . . love this man!).

Usually, we can get Ryan to chew, drink a juice or milk and swallow in his sleep with no effort at all.  But for some reason, Ryan was very hard asleep and was fighting a bit.  It’s a delicate issue for a mom not to startle the child while waking him to treat a low and arouse him just enough to swallow so he will go right back to sleep as undisturbed as possible.

But for some reason, Ryan was not so cooperative this time.

I quietly and delicately worked to rouse him enough to take the yogurt but to no avail.  Every time the squeezer would touch his lips, he would jerk his head to the side not just avoiding it but wanting no part of it at all.

Jason, being the awesome dad he is, decided to video this sweet boy.  Click on this link to watch and see how sweet this boy really is!


Loves the Crickets

Ryan is back at the elementary school here just north of Dallas that he attended when he was dx’d.

There are about a hundred reasons why this is important and wonderful, but I’ll leave that for another time.

In first grade and the beginning of second grade here, I have not requested a teacher for Ryan.  I don’t know teachers unless Ryan has had them so I wouldn’t even know who to request.  I know that G (The nurse) and Principal S know Ryan and all he needs and know me and my needs as a parent and I trust them to place Ryan in the class with the teacher that best fits him and diabetes.  They did superbly in first and second grade, so why would I not trust them for third?

FYI – I do the same with Aaron.  They know what he needs and the high maintenance parent I am and choose a teacher accordingly.  I have loved all of Aaron’s teachers as well.

On Thursday before school started, only about 10 days after moving back to Texas, I walked in the office and asked if they knew who Ryan’s teacher would be yet so I could connect and educate before Monday (I know, fellow d-moms, I was very behind!  But seriously, I just moved across country AGAIN for the second time in six months, give a momma a break!  LOL).

When I asked the attendance secretary, who is a friend of mine that I go to church with, about a teacher, G butted in —

“I’ve already taken care of that.”

As I inquired further, a teacher had already been hand-picked for Ryan and G had already done the diabetes educating.  She kept his folder from last year and gathered all the handouts and educational sheets, took his parameters and orders from last year and went over them with the teacher and even planned out a tentative sugar check schedule.

All I had to do was come in Friday morning when the three of us met, went over what G had organized, asked if I had anything further and it was done.  Easy-peasy.

The teacher, Mrs. W, is amazing.  She took detailed notes.  Wanted to know much more than just getting by.  She doesn’t want to just depend on G, she wants to know how to take care of him.  I Love Her.

In the first email that I received from G (which Mrs. W also gets copied on all the numbers so she knows what to watch for) on the first day of school that lists his snack sugar, carbs and what was bolused, there was also a phrase tagged on the end, “He loves the Crickets.”

Crickets?!?!  What the heck?

So I asked.

Ryan goes to the nurse three scheduled times a day:

9:25 – Snack sugar check and bolus

11:45 – Lunch sugar check and lunch

2:20 – End of the day check to go home

Mrs. W set her phone to alarm at those three times and set the ring tone to be crickets.  Now, when he hears the crickets, he quietly gets up and goes to see G.

As trivial as this may sound, it meant so much to me . . . and to Ryan.

It’s all a part of making him feel safe and secure and letting him be a kid at the same time.

Today he had a sub.  We knew in advance and prepared Ryan for it (side note – Ryan hates change and gets anxious with subs because of d).  Ryan was fine until I was leaving school and he was going to class and he nervously said, “Mom, what about the crickets?”

With d, just like in life, it’s the little things, the individualized efforts, that make all the difference.

Love you, Mrs. W, and are looking forward to a wonderful year!

After Dinner D-discussion

A VERY protective and defensive BIG brother


After dinner tonight, Ethan, with much frustration, began to tell us about his science class today.  They were discussing photosynthesis and how plants produce glucose in this process. The teacher began to discuss glucose and, according to Ethan, decided to equate how glucose works in our bodies.  And, you guessed it, diabetes came up.

And it came up like it usually does.  All diabetes lumped into one generic term.  It all begins with being overweight.  It all has to do with too much sugar.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

And Ethan was, again, upset. He said she was also asking questions about diabetes.  Like:  What hormone is needed in diabetes?  What happens to the body when blood glucose is high?  Low?  What you do to lower or raise blood glucose?  Ethan said he looked around and he was the ONLY one answering questions.

I told him last time this happened in Maryland that he is absolutely allowed to RESPECTFULLY correct a teacher when they insinuate or SAY that diabetes is caused by being overweight.  Or when they generalize things into one narrow category. I encouraged him to raise his hand and say that not all diabetes is the same.  That not all who have diabetes have it because of poor life habits.  That HIS BROTHER has Type 1 diabetes and that his body will NEVER produce insulin again.

And then I went on my own tyraide in laymans terms about how the immune system went haywire and attacked the cells that produce insulin and attacked them until they were all gone.  I told him that unlike hair and nails that these cells do not grow back.  They are all gone.  And I answered a few questions he had.  Then Ryan asked a few and I answered them simply, very un-medically, but in a way they understand.

Then I offered to email the teacher and just tell her to ask Ethan about his Type 1 diabetic brother.


He sheepishly declined ( I think he didn’t want to burn a bridge with his teacher so early in the year).

He did say he approached her after class and told her that his brother was a Type 1 and he felt she acted almost as if she was busted (his words not mine).

By this time, I was completely and totally frustrated.  And trying very hard to maintain as much calm and civility as possible.  But my mouth was going ninety to nothin’ about diabetes and what it is and what it is not and spitting out every bit of medical information that I knew, even when they weren’t listening . . . at least I thought they weren’t listening.

Then totally out of the blue, interrupting my spewing, Ryan said, “Mom!  How do you know so much about diabetes?”

And for a moment everyone froze and was silent.

And I thought …. Huh?!?!?

Then Jason, being every so very Jason, said, “Because she has a son with Type 1 diabetes!”

And the room erupted with laughter.

Ethan’s Question

My amazing 13 year old. He is so stinkin’ tall!!

So, my 13-year-old, non-diabetic son walks in the kitchen while I am making dinner and begins to pour himself a glass of milk.

And rather nonchalantly asks me this question:

“Mom, if you had one wish, would you wish that Ryan never had diabetes . . .

And I stopped dead in my tracks, looked up at him and thought, what kind of a question is that?  And before I could answer, he continued:

” . . . or would you wish that Ryan didn’t have diabetes from right now on?”

Still frozen and silent, trying desperately to process my thoughts as he still has not made eye contact with me and is now working to guzzle a very large glass of milk in one breath.

As I open my mouth to respond, he says:

“I was just thinking that I would wish for him to be cured now, not wish he never had it.  We have met so many awesome people that we would have never met without diabetes. Plus, who we are as a family and all that we have learned, it would all be different if he never had diabetes.  You know?”

Then he immediately asked to go to the park with his friends before I could even comment.

Better that way I guess.  He doesn’t always need to see his mom well up with tears.

Encounter with Strangers

After three weeks of Jason working six days a week, 65+ hours AND going on a two and a half day business trip one week back into the job, we had a leisurely afternoon on Labor Day at the pool celebrating Ethan’s 13th birthday.

Yes, I am officially the mom of a teenager now . . . OH MY WORD!

But back to the pool.

We had a huge breakfast out and Ryan had a protein-packed, complex-carbed breakfast.  Important because it was a Texas-hot, mid-90s,big-blue-sunny-sky kinda day.  I knew swimming and climbing the stairs to the water park sized slides would make him burn carbs fast.  But I felt confident.

About an hour and a half into swimming, Ryan got out of the pool and said, “Mom, come with me to check my sugar.”

Go with him? What? This is very odd for him to want me to go with him because he just does it on his own, usually broadcasting the number for all the pool guests to hear.  But he wanted me to come with him.

A bit startled by the request, I got up from the side of the pool and scurried to catch up with my sweet one.

I noticed his hands shaking a little opening the “black bag” to grab an alcohol wipe. So I just decided to take over and my fiercely independent eight-year-old did not protest.

Calmly & with no words, I grabbed a juice box and jammed the straw in the hole, handed it to Ryan and looked to Jason in the pool who was already watching, waiting for the number.  I gave him the hand signals for a 3 and a 7 and sat back in my chair and watched my 8-year-old work to chug down the juice.

Sitting behind me, next to our pool set up under a large shade awning was an African American family including a grandmother, son and three grandchildren who were sitting out drying off getting ready to leave.

Very courteously, the Grandmother asked, “Can I ask you a question?”

I sat up and turned around in my seat, “Sure.”

“What is that?” she asked pointing to Ryan’s pod.

“It’s an insulin pump.”

Now, I must insert here that people ask about Ryan’s Omnipod all the time.  It’s part of him, part of who he is, and people ask.  I don’t mind the asking.  But in all honesty, people are too often not very gracious or say the most incredibly stupid things when you tell them that your child has diabetes.  And I am sure that too many times, I am curt with people from the get-go, particularly when Ryan is within earshot, not wanting him to hear the erroneous things people say.

Her reply, “Does he have Type 1 diabetes?”

Aahhhhhh.  Someone who knows the difference. Or at least that there is a difference.  And I relaxed.

The conversation continued with explaining a little about what we were doing (waiting for his sugar to come up from the treatment of the low) & when he was diagnosed. Her son walked up during the conversation and asked if he could possibly ever grow out of it (a common question, which the answer is obviously no), how well Ryan does with dealing with it and so on.  I took a little time and gave a very rudimentary explanation of what happened to his body and what is going on with it now.  They were very engaged.  Very interested in learning.  Very compassionate.

Ryan was just listening, watching.

They were sincere and animated but there was such concern.  Such love from total strangers.

Then it happened.  Something clicked within this man and he engaged — WITH RYAN — I became invisible.  He asked how he felt about having diabetes.  He asked how hard it was to poke his finger 7-10 times a day.  He asked if it bothered him to sit out of the pool while his blood sugar went up and so on.

Then he praised him.

“You are an amazing young man.”

“God has big plans for you.”

“Your mom must be so proud of how much you work at taking care of your body.”

“You are a young man of great courage.”

And Ryan, even as quiet as he was because we have taught him not to talk to strangers, was a sponge absorbing every drop of every word.

And suddenly the man paused for a moment.  A pensive pause.  And he asked if it was okay if he prayed with us for Ryan right then and there.

I had no words.

As I watched that man offer to hold Ryan’s hand and Ryan take his hand and close his eyes and listen to that precious man talk to God about my boy . . . there just are no words to adequately describe my heart at that moment, or even now recalling that moment.

Our world is changing.  We so lack community and love for mankind, for a child, for unique individual struggles and for the things in life that make living it hard.

But in that moment, the world was right.  Denomination did not matter, race did not matter, age did not matter, nor did gender or economics or status.  We were merely two families brought together by a pool and love for a child – MY CHILD.

And they loved on, encouraged and prayed for my son.

And that prayer.

He called Ryan a courageous warrior.  He pleaded with God to continue to protect Ryan’s organs.  He thanked God for the great plans He had for Ryan’s life despite diabetes AND because of it.  He asked for strength and wisdom for Ryan’s parents in dealing with the challenges ahead.  He thanked God for allowing him to meet such a hero as Ryan.

And he touched my heart.

And Ryan will never for get it.

And the grandmother, Ms. Edna, asked for his first and last name as they were leaving, saved it on her phone, and leaned down looking right into Ryan’s eyes and said, “Ms. Edna promises to pray for you every day, by name, every day.”

Maybe you wouldn’t be so encouraged if something like this happened to you. Maybe it would make you feel uncomfortable.  In all honesty, if I was reading this on someone else’s blog, I might even myself wonder if it would make me uneasy or even embarrass me.  But I will tell you the genuineness and concern for my boy . . . it made everyone and everything else disappear as if we were the only ones at the pool.

And I will tell you, when you hear so much from strangers all their uneducated advice, ridiculous suggestions, their stereotypical solution to diabetes or their way-out-there “sure cure” for this currently incurable disease, it is refreshing to find someone who sees my boy exactly the way I see him — as the courageous hero he really is.

Soap Box

Don’t believe everything you hear, even if it comes from someone who has the “Dr.” in front of his name.

I sat down to eat a bowl of honey nut flakes because I realized I hadn’t eaten this morning when I became a little nauseous.  Ollie, our newest addition to the family, a year old  Yorkie, curled up next to me on the couch and I turned on the tv.  I hit a few wrong buttons and ended up on The 700 Club (yikes).  As I started to turn the channel, I heard the word “dia-besity.”  It immediately sparked my curiosity.

The guest on the show was Dr. Mark Hyman autor of The Blood Sugar Solution.  He describes “dia-besity” as that “whole spectrum of problems from a little bit of belly fat to pre-diabetes to diabetes.”  He lumps diabetes into an “obesity related illnesses.”  Not one time in this interview did he distinguish between any kind of diabetes.  All diabetes was the same.

In his book, he talks about myths of diabetes:

  • Myth  – Diabetes is genetic.  He says that we do not get, not are we predisposed for getting diabetes because of our genes.  He says it’s the eating habits of our parents instilled upon us that give us diabetes.
  • Myth  – Diabetes is not reversible.  If people would just eat right and use the grocery store as their “farm-acy” (he’s soooo freakin’ clever with his words, isn’t he?), they can have their pancreas return to normal and be off insulin in 12 weeks.  “Food turns on the genes to create health and reverse diabetes.”
  • Myth  – Once you start on insulin, there is no going back.  That’s what we are taught, but it just isn’t so.  We are putting things into our bodies that can actually be stopped and our bodies would resume their normal function.

And there were more “myths”  but I couldn’t stomach them.

This is something that for my blood pressure and stress level I should just let go.  We are never going to change the general MISconception that all diabetes is alike.  WebMd starts their description and explanation of diabetes with this sentence, “Diabetes is a number of diseases that involve problems with the hormone insulin.”  There isn’t just ONE type of diabetes and obesity is not the ONLY reason people get diabetes, even Type 2.

If, and I cannot stress the IF enough, you have Type 2 diabetes because of being overweight only, Dr. Hyman’s book and/or thoughts might be of some use to you.  The bottom line is, there is hope for you to get off the medication, be able to stop taking insulin and be cured of your Type 2 diabetes.  But again, I say, if the only reason you have diabetes is because you are overweight.

If you are a Type 2 diabetic, it is possible that you have diabetes and you are NOT overweight and never have been.  Diabetes is simply the body not producing or properly responding to the insulin horomone.

I realize that we are a much more overweight country as a whole.  We have more of everything than most countries in the world.  Including  food.  We are RICH in food.  And we are busy.  Fast food is almost an epidemic here.  (And I do love my fast food at times.)  And a very common result of eating wrong and not being fit and trim is Type 2 diabetes.  We are even seeing it in children because mom and dad have to work and they’re eating out more or eating microwavable food or quick foods and missing out on fruits, vegetables and good proteins.  I understand all of that.  I get it!

But to lump all diabetes, Type 1 & Type 2 and LADA and gestational, into an obesity category and come up with a ridiculous term like “dia-besity” goes beyond the insane and ridiculous.

And let me step up on my Type 1 diabetes soap box.

Attention, Dr. Hyman:  here are Myths of Type 1 Diabetes, the type of diabetes my son has:

  • Myth – Diabetes is not genetic.  The first thing they asked us in the hospital when Ryan was dx’d was if anyone else in our family had TYPE 1 DIABETES!  Although we do not, it does not mean that it is not genetic.  Because Ryan is a Type 1 diabetic, there is a 10% chance of his children developing Type 1 diabetes.  And, if we so choose, we can have Ethan and Aaron tested to see if they have the genetic predisposition to develop Type 1 themselves.  But if you want to learn more about genetic risk factors of Type 1 and Type 2 diabetes, go to the Joslin Diabetes Center and read more here.
  • Myth  – Diabetes is reversible.  For Type 1 diabetics, whether dx’d as a child or as an adult, TYPE 1 DIABETES IS NOT REVERSIBLE!!!  You have no idea ho much I wish it was.  Type 1 diabetes is an AUTOIMMUNE DISEASE.  At some point for some environmental reason (virus, immunizations, etc.) we will never exactly know, Ryan’s immune system decided to fight the beta cells in the pancreas that make insulin and treat them as a germ of sorts and attacked them over and over, killing them off until there weren’t any left (there’s the most raw layman’s terms I can think of).  He is not capable of producing insulin.  And no one can live without insulin, not even Ryan.
  • Myth  – If on insulin now, you may not always have to be on insulin.  Hm.  Adults and children with Type 1 diabetes and Ryan will ALWAYS have to be on insulin.  ALWAYS.  Their is no medication, diet, exercise, herb, plant or magic that can be done to make the body reproduce the beta cells and make them begin to make insulin again.  Once those cells are destroyed, they are gone.  Would love if the pancreas would regenerate these cells like an earthworm regenerates it’s body if part of it is severed, but IT.JUST.ISN’T.SO.

And I think there are reasons that people with Type 1 diabetes and parents of children with Type 1 diabetes get so frustrated:

  1. You cannot blanket Diabetes.  We do not blanket cancer and say there is only one treament, one drug, one chemo/radiation, one outcome.  We do not blanket allergies and say that if someone has allergies of any kind that they all need EpiPens or don’t need EpiPens because there are allergies from peanut to pollen, from dogs to drugs.  Type 1 diabetes is not the same as Type 2 diabetes.  And the more I learn (because diabetes is so vast that I am still learning!) all Type 2 diabetes are not the same or at least do not have the same cause or require the same treatment and care.
  2. When you tell someone your child has diabetes or they see the pump or the sugar check, all too often you can see it, the questions, the pity, the judgment of me as a mom to not have fed him properly or that I gave him too much sugar to have diabetes!
  3. The comments to RYAN, who is SEVEN, that he will outgrow or change his diet and/or exercise and he won’t have diabetes anymore are heartbreaking.  UNLESS THERE IS A CURE, RYAN WILL ALWAYS HAVE TYPE 1 DIABETES.
  4. All this misinformation minimizes the complexity and severity of the disease.  People think that if you have diabetes of any kind that you did something wrong and if you will fix it or change a few habits, it will go away.  Read this post by Meri and it will convince you otherwise.

Sometimes I have to write when I am mad . . . for them.
(see their pumps in the pic?)

This is particularly sensitive with me right now.  Ryan is getting old enough to see commercials, tv shows, and read what media and ridiculous doctors out to make a buck are saying about diabetes.  He gets mad when people say there is one cause – obesity – and it can be cured by what he eats.  He knows better.

And two weeks ago, Ethan came home upset about his Health class.  They were talking about taking care of the body the comment was made that you must eat right and exercise or “you’ll get diabetes!”  During the first lesson, he just listened and didn’t say anything, and just got mad.  Then last week, the lecture continued – The fight against American obesity and diabetes.  And he spoke up.  He set the teacher straight.  He told him about Ryan.  And he asked that the lesson distinguish between Type 2 and Type 1.  GOOD FOR YOU, ETHAN!!!  But the kicker was when a friend after class said, “Ethan, I’ve seen your brother, he’s not fat.  How does he have diabetes?”


And I’m sad.  And angry.

And I hate that this is a battle that Ryan will fight ALL OF HIS LIFE.

D is for Compassion

Ryan is in a class with a child who has autism. I met P when I did diabetes education in his class several weeks back. He is a sweet child that spoke to me and said something about Ryan being his friend (I can’t remember exactly how he said it). Ryan enjoys being around P, talks to him, works to include him. His teacher has always been very impressed how Ryan doesn’t shy away from P.

Last week, and for about ten days, P’s teacher that goes with him to classes, was out on sick leave (minor surgery or something). P had a sub all ten days.

And about that time, Ryan started to show a little bit of anxiety going to school, that seemed to get worse every day.

Last Thursday, I was called by the nurse. She said I probably should come get Ryan. He was weepy and inconsolable. What had happened was P had an “outburst” (forgive me if that’s not the correct word to use) and had to be removed from the classroom. P was very upset. And it scared Ryan to death. I tried to get him to stay. But the nurse got back on the phone and recommended I come pick him up because she did not want him to be afraid at school. On Friday, Ryan said P wasn’t in class (perhaps he was absent). 😦

Monday, P was back in the classroom but I was called again because he was upset again. He feared P having bad day. The “unknown” got the best of Ryan. So, I decided to go get him, but as timing would have it, I went in time for lunch and he thought I was just coming to eat with him. So, I did and then told him I would see him in a few hours. He was reluctant, but went on with his class.

During this time from Thursday to Monday, I spoke with two administrators and his teacher to try to get some advise on how to 1) calm Ryan and teach him how to deal with HIS anxiety and 2) the correct vocabulary and explanation specific to P to help him understand where P was coming from. I cannot stress enough how compliant and helpful these three key players at school were and how they so magnificently worked to meet P’s needs along with Ryan’s anxiety and putting neither above the other.

On Monday night, we talked a lot about P. As God would have it, all this happened during the month of April, Autism Awareness Month. And because of the month, one of my friends, who has a child with autism, posted daily facts and helpful suggestions/hints/insights about Autism and raising a child with autism. I cannot stress enough, Angie, how this gave me wisdom and insight in talking to my boy.

The main thing that I stressed with Ryan is schedule. How P needed schedule, that it made him feel safe and secure. And I compared that to Ryan with diabetes. Ryan checks his sugar at school at 10:30a, 12:30a (at lunch) and 2:30p and if someone told Ryan that IF he could not check his sugar at his scheduled time (because he gets up and goes completely on his own at the right times), that it would be very upsetting and that maybe he would cry or tell someone and be upset and be nervous. I told him it was the same with P. That he has a schedule. He has classes he goes to at certain times and has all year. But the big thing those 10 days is that he had a substitute teacher and that he was probably missing Mrs. F and the “acting out” is how he showed it. And I told him that just like Ryan has a special schedule he needs to follow to feel safe, P has the same. And from that point, he seemed to get it despite his nervousness.

On Wednesday, Mrs. F, P’s regular teacher, returned. Ryan’s teacher talked to him privately that it may take P a few days or so to get settled back in to routine and that if P has a bad day, he shouldn’t be afraid, that Mrs. F was back and it would all be okay.

At 1:00 on Wednesday, I got a phone call from school. It was Ryan’s teacher. She started to conversation with, “I felt I needed to call and tell you about something that happened today.”

My heart sank.

She said she had told Mrs. F about Ryan’s anxiety with the difficult days she was absent and said they needed to pay special attention to Ryan as well to make sure he’s okay. She requested that in media (library class) that Mrs. F do what she could to have them sitting apart, just for a few days, until Ryan felt more settled with the situation. Mrs. F agreed and said she’d see to it.

So in media, they were sitting at different tables. The librarian gave a little lesson then had them partner up for an activity/assignment. The librarian asked the class, who would like to be P’s partner for this assignment. Mrs F said that after a moment’s pause, a little hand slowly raised until it was fully extended in the air.

The raised hand was Ryan’s.

Mrs. F said she started to redirect the situation, and choose a new partner for P. But then she thought, “Why?” He’s volunteering. Leave it alone.

She said that it went perfectly. They worked together well and that both boys were so proud of what they had done together with the assignment.

And I have to tell you I burst into tears on the phone and was so stinkin’ proud.

When he got home that day, I asked him how his day was and he said “Good.” That he wasn’t nervous at all. But said nothing specifically about P. So I waited. I wanted him to tell me.

But he didn’t. So finally, that evening, I asked him about media and partnering with P. He acted like it was no big deal. And so I tried to follow suit with that. He talked about how he likes P and how he likes to “watch him learn.” “He’s so smart,” he said. And continued to tell me how they’re kinda the same. That P does things best for his autism and how Ryan does things best for his diabetes.

I could not have taught him that. That’s God given. That’s compassion. And dare I say, that’s diabetes given?

Would Ryan have understood that sometimes we all just need to do things a certain way to feel secure, to get the job done, to be our best WITHOUT diabetes? Maybe. But in my heart of hearts, I believe diabetes has heightened his awareness that we are all different in our own way and he doesn’t have to be afraid of what he doesn’t know or maybe doesn’t fully understand.

We all need to be more like Ryan and P. Friends. Different, but the same.

“I will praise You
because I have been remarkably and wonderfully made.
Your works are wonderful,
and I know this very well.”

Psalm 139:14

On his field trip to the Science Center