Thank you sweet blogging friends for your encouraging words and prayers. Oh how I need them.
It's only day 3. It feels like waiting for Christmas morning as a kid where the hours just creep by. Yesterday was by far the worse. I hate to admit it, but I was in such bad shape I had my own "bedside baptist service". We teach each Sunday and I think the real reason that Boy was so insistent I just stay home was his fear that I might yell at a child. Very likely.
Poor boy has been a huge trooper, except for this afternoon when he brought me a granny smith apple and a salad with chicken minus the DRESSING! How is one supposed to eat a salad without ranch? Anyways it was so sweet, but when I was finished nimbling around Boy took over and finished the salad off for me and then said, "Wow this was a really good salad! I could eat this again".
Yes ma'am it took everything in me not to slap him upside the head for that comment.