Tzadok's unexpected journey is a truth that we, as a family, are having to face. We had plans, a vision, but now we have a mountain in front of us. Tzadok Obadiah, meaning righteous servant or worshiper, was born on March 28, 2012 at 3:20 A.M. Our precious fourth born son was beautiful and healthy. He came out hungry, and I nursed him right away. The labor and birth were wonderful just like he is. We couldn't be happier. He reached all his milestones early just like his 4 brothers. The joy and laughter Tzadok brings to our family is immeasurable, and he loves to sing and worship our father. He will repeat and say any word; therefore, he loves to tell stories. He will tell you a story over and over again until he makes sure you got it. His brothers think he's the greatest, and he loves his brothers. Those big brothers of his are always laughing because Tzadok is so cute. Our oldest son has always said, "He's so cute it hurts." The brothers are all very close and Tzadok, himself, has now stepped into big brother role. Not only is he a little brother, but he now gets to feel what it's like to be the BIG brother. Now that we've introduced Tzadok, let me give you a run down on our family. Jeremy and I have been happily married for 10 years and in that span we have had five incredible sons. Azariah who is 8, Hezekiah 6, Ebenezer 4, Tzadok 2, and baby Zephaniah 3 months. All the boys have been born in March and April, so they grow-up together! Obviously, we have been and are very busy. Jeremy decided to go back to school when I became pregnant with Ebenezer, so we moved to Tullahoma and started a journey with a full-time working, full-time student, dad. Some semesters were easier than others, and this last year we were inching across the finish line. We made it! With the strength of God, and the support of our family and friends we finished the race. Even through that stressful time, our marriage stayed strong and our boys thrived. We were finally finished, so we started a much easier, less stress filled journey or so we thought. After graduation, we decided to take a trip to visit some very good friends in Kansas. This trip was designed for us to take our time and enjoy each other because our lives had been so go, go, go that we wanted to take it easy. During this same time, we also had to move from our home that we had been living in for the past 5 years. So, we moved everything into storage and went to Kansas. When we got back from our visit to Kansas it was going to be job hunting and place hunting; however, our trip to Kansas changed everything. To recap, I just had a baby, moved out of my home of 5 years, and my husband just finished 5 years of college. I was exhausted. He was exhausted, and our children were exhausted. It took us 4 days to get to Kansas, but once we arrived our friends were there to give us respite. Needless to say, our friends were wonderful and their hospitality was warm and filled with kindness. The plan was to stay 9 days, but our trip was cut short when the accident occurred. How it all happened was that we decided to take the kids over to the park in Independence, Kansas. Tzadok then fell off a very steep slide. I mean a really steep slide. The slide was 20 ft high and was one of those old metal slides from the 50's. He didn't fall from the top, but we still called an ambulance to make sure he was alright. Miraculously, Tzadok was not injured from the fall, and we were praising the Father with all our might. The ER doctor had come in a couple of times to talk with us about results and that she thought everything was okay, but one of those times she came in and sat down. Tzadok was napping in the bed and I knew something was wrong even before she began to speak. The doctor confirmed that he was fine from the fall, but the CT scan reveled a mass in his brain. I started getting dizzy and didn't hear a whole lot after that. Mass in the brain, what? My thoughts were that this was not possible my son is fine. I heard the doctor say something about an accidental find, that's what they call this in the medical world, in our world, we call it the hand of the Almighty. The hand of God showed us this even when we didn't want to see it. I cried in the ER on my husband's shoulder, and I even remember going to the bathroom to look in the mirror, but all I could see was a fog surrounding me. Nothing was right. Nothing seemed real. We agreed to take Tzadok to a pediatric neurosurgeon the next week in Nashville partly out of fear for the news we just received and partly because we wanted to run from that room to hold Tzadok in the safety of our arms. For the days following the ER visit, our friends in Kansas filled us with strength, prayers, and love, but the shadow had fallen and we were soon on our way back to Nashville.