This Sunday, 33 degrees, snow is falling, babies are playing on their tummies, swatting at suspended plush toys and squealing in shear delight, rolling over and over, giggling, smiling, no rasping, no fevers.
Last Sunday, 75 degrees, I'm sweating my face off (could have been fever looking back on it) holding my dehydrated child in the emergency room at Baptist Hospital.
2 comments:
I love that picture! The one with the tongue sticking out!
Isn't it amazing how a week can change so quickly? I praise God that your children are better and were happy when the snow arrived! I love the picture with the tongue out too!
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