Four hours later she's home and in my bed. I feel her head, cup her face. She's hot, really hot. Never question if a mama can do two things at once, for while asking what hurts prayers are already leaving my lips. Saturating my soul with comfort sought for my girl.
She still has her daddy's message on her phone from one week ago. I love you, Shelby, and I don't want you to get sick. So get the flu shot - today, he wrote.
She did. But it's still the flu. Doctor said.
My gratitude list continues . . .
kind doctors
an unexpected surprise - walls with brightly painted animals, 2 by 2, to smile by, even when sick
jackets when the rooms are too cold
warm blankets
all day movies
that empty bed not empty again
homemade soup
anticipated meeting with ladies I love
homemade bread
homemade mac and cheese
Sandra, freakishly weird about driving
Jennifer's sweetness
prayers for Donna
updates from Steph, makes me feel close
pride over my baby sister - and Bailey said . . .
the picture over my computer, the four of us girls
big, black trashbags
cake orders
her making friends
husband coming home telling me Cathi was back from being ill
cleaning the toilets (lessons learned)
bananas on the counter, bread in the oven, pennies in the bank
husband coming home telling me Cathi was back from being ill
cleaning the toilets (lessons learned)
bananas on the counter, bread in the oven, pennies in the bank
My Father meeting needs - as promised
My list, #'s 480-501.
