Friday, August 16, 2013

August. Really?!

Rae and I came down with the July flu.
Mayci got the August one.
Why is it torture to see your kids suffer like this.
She woke up not feeling well, but I chalked it up to being tired.
Took the safe route and hooked her up with a bowl...
thank you sixth sense: )
I was bustling around in the kitchen,
and not a peep/wince/or cry from her mouth other than an unusual barfing noise.
I ran over to her and bless this most precious three year old ever,
she had her face in the bowl.

I wanted to cry for her.

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