There's not much of anything sadder than seeing my sweet "big girl" sick on her birthday. Especially when we've talked this day up for a very long time.
me: "olivia, when's your birthday?"
you: "after christmas!"
So when christmas was over, your birthday could not come soon enough!
Today at the doctor, you got your finger poked, they used an old fashioned Bugs Bunny bandaid that looked expired, and swabbed your nose boogers to test for influenza. To reward you and torture me, they gave you a sucker which always gets at least 3 objects sticky and there is never a place to throw away the stick.
Meanwhile, you have not been able to help with Cate in any way, and the two of you have only been able to look at each other from a distance.
To make things worse, you were sick on Christmas too.
To make things better, I think of Psalm 103...
Bless the Lord O my soul, and forget not all His benefits, who forgives all your sins, who heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit, who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy, who satisfies you with good so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.
One day kind of recently, mommy woke up and realized her heart was selfish and needed to be fixed.
That's because I saw how kind and helpful all our family has been to us. We love 'em all!
Anyway, we'll try a birthday re-do after you're better!
love,
mom
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