Bronchitis Bound

Somewhere between E being gone for five days and me having to work two days while he was away, this one came down with something.  Friday night was rough weather as a cacophony of coughs echoed throughout her room. All. Night. Long.  Of course it had to be at the start of a weekend.   Doctors office closed.  One parent to take care of it all.  Super typical.

And it turned out being super sacred.  No grandparents or godparents or aunts and uncles checking in on our week alone.  Just us.  The three littles and myself to take care of.  Saturday's fever filled hours awakened in me the realization that at the end of the day all that really matters is in this house that we've created to call home.  These kids being trained up to rely on each other and to be each other's best friends and champions is something sacred.  Knowing that at the end of the day family is all you have is sacred.  The belief that we were created with a story to tell, a life to shine and a love to pass on all starts in our home. This tight knit community we're creating means something to their future.

So bronchitis knocked us down for a bit.  So what? The kids came to their little sister's rescue--reading with her, watching shows with her, holding her hand, bringing her soup. There is something sacred in the sick: the silence, the stillness, the snuggles, the droopy eyes, the neediness, the clinginess, the comfort offered, the comfort received.

 It was a super long weekend and a super sacred one as this little sicky taught me something yet again. 

"Beloved, I pray that all may go well with you and that you may be in good health, as it goes well with your soul." ---3John: 1-2