With the exception of Tate, we have all weathered the flu this week. Rosie started it Saturday, followed by Lake, myself, then John Henry and finally Daisy.
In fact, here is a photo of her yesterday afternoon:
So, how can we find 'jewels' in this 'storm'?
John Henry was out of town when I began experiencing symptoms. By Tuesday evening the stomach portion hit me. Or, as to use a phrase Trixie left in the comments: Type A flu = vomitting.
My two jewels that night were Tate and Daisy. Tate was quick to check on me, offer help and a cool cloth for my brow. Daisy brought her picture Bible into the bathroom and began to tell me Bible stories. Later she came to check on me, looked into the potty, shook her head and said, "Nope. No throw-up yet." I was too tired to leave the room and knew it wasn't over yet anyway.
And finally, she joined me, flushing the toilet every few seconds. She had witnessed me flushing several times (I throw-up with my eyes closed and don't care to look at it, YUCK!) While she was flushing, she kept tellling me it would be OK.
That, my friends, is pure love and devotion.
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Your children love you. Does this surprise anyone? Heck even I LOVE YOU. :)
Hope all is resolved shortly.
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