I wish I could say I feel better but I do not feel better. My throat is not hurting anymore but my nose is so stuffy and my body is just aching. I have also been sneezing like crazy today. Jeremy and I had a nice evening last night but I was feeling really bad by the time we got the kids and got home. The kids did great with our friends. Chloe was VERY happy to see us so that made me feel better about leaving her. I am always worried she will not want to come back to me after she has been with someone else. Well Jeremy tried to let me sleep last night but Emma cried out every few hours and she woke up every one in the house every time she cried. I am not sure what her deal is this week. The girls took two great naps today so I was able to rest a little bit. Tonight we had our youth group's Christmas party so I went with the kids for a few hours. They started getting tired and then Sam got hurt. He and his buddy Sarah were jumping on the bed and he decided to jump off and he hit the dresser. He has a pretty good scratch on his face, but it could of been worse. After I got his face cleaned up I was getting on him about jumping on the bed and he looks up to me and says, "one little monkey jumping on the bed, I fell off and bumped my face, no more monkey jumping on the bed." I just smiled. Well Jeremy just got home and I need to get to bed.
Monday, July 24, 2017
It is always hard jumping back into a blog post because there is always so much that has happened since the last time that I posted. We have had a pretty major change in our family in the last month, but there is another sort of change that has inspired this post this morning. I cut my hair yesterday. I know life shattering isn't it? I know it seems so trivial, but the truth is the Lord revealed something to me that I have never really thought about. I love my hair. We have made some memories over my 39 years. It actually started the moment I was being born and the doctor told my mom that I had a full set of black hair. Given the fact that my brother and sister who came before me were both bald headed, I think my mom made a comment to the doctor about if he was sure I was hers. My very first compliment was about my hair! I lived my young life with nice thick hair. Sometimes it was long and sometimes it was cut short. My Pawpaw used to call me Pete Rose because I had the bowl cut ...
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