My parents tell me I was always sick at Christmastime. I remember always being sick on my birthday, too. I have always been prone to a good head cold or chest cold or strep throat or tonsillitis. Well, I have my fingers crossed right now. Little Ella has a chest cold. The kind with a fever. The kind where she must remain on your hip ALL DAY or else. And now Cailin is passed out on the couch...yes, she doesn't feel well either. We are taking our vitamins and Tylenol and praying for speedy recoveries. We are hoping this cold doesn't claim more victims.
I am continuing to prepare for Christmas. Now I am doing it with two ill little ones and two anxious little ones. No matter what December 25th holds for us...this Christmas season has been a blessed one. Hard to believe that there are hours spent in preparation and next week this time it will be a memory. I suppose that's how it is with most things in life. That's why we need to live in the moment and make it count.
