I woke up at 9:00 this morning with a start, disproving the myth that moms can never again sleep in. Take heart, mamas of young ones, it will happen again. The sniffle and cough bug that’s been floating around our house took its toll on Matthew and I as well. Since Matthew was feeling pretty sick for a few weeks now, he went to the doctor yesterday (who also happens to be our amazing brother-in-law) and he has what seems to be croup! After a year and a half without being on prednisone, he is taking it for a week to see if it helps relieve the inflammation in his airways. So far he is already feeling better and his regular voice is coming back. It’s amazing how tired you can be when you aren’t breathing properly!
Roller-blades and skateboards have been the thing to do this week. Monday they played some hockey with Daddy and yesterday they seamlessly played together like a real team. Today has been another story, but it is encouraging to have days where the sibling glue is tight and strong and full of love.
As I walked away from taking pictures of them, I overheard Elijah calling a “sports meeting” to order. He really took Elsie under his wing and they teamed up on the skateboards. Apparently she knows all sorts of tricks now from him, and she told him how much she enjoys playing with her nine-year-old brother. He said he felt so honored. The Bible isn’t lying when it paints up a picture of brothers and sisters living together in unity: How good and pleasant it is!
We’ve recovered from Elsie’s knocked out tooth, and she got a good report from the dentist. The croupy cough from Betty has improved greatly, though she kindly shared it with Jack, who shared it with me. Thankful for many things this morning, though. Another day to live, fresh promises that never grow old, new life, and strength for today. Especially when teamwork needs a little encouragement.