It almost feels like we lost a week of our lives... we had the stomach bug... bad. Really bad.
Alex was the first one down...
The our Little Roo... who had the worst case of all! His Mom and I were at the emergency room with him after he threw up 17 times in four and a half hours... all the last being just pitiful little dry heaves. Broke my heart. Broke. my. heart. It was a full week before he totally stopped. His Mom and I had our share and his Daddy just got over his. Bad stuff!
Recently, I had told my son that the hardest part of being a parent (and grandparent) is to see your children/grandchildren suffer in any way... and to not be able to take that suffering from them... That never goes away... Even as they are grown and have their very own...
Sometimes all we can do is encourage them that they can make it... that they can do whatever they need to do...
Hold their hands when they reach for us...
Love them without cease...
And pray that God keep them ever in His hands...
An unexpected joy has been realizing that not only was I happy with my decision to pea gravel my shady little backyard for my own enjoyment, but it has turned into a wonderful playground as well!!
Is this not the most precious pose... he was wanting his Mom to take a picture of him sporting Pop Pop's cap... Folded little hands... cutting his eyes ever so slightly to be sure she was getting the shot... Pure preciousness (pardon my Noni glee).
Yep, in spite of the plague, we have had a wonderful, if rough, two weeks!
Looking forward to seeing our girl grands this weekend!! There will be candy-making at Noni's!! I can hardly wait!!!
blessings ~ tanna
ps a special thanks to Little Momma for getting the shots of the boys with my camera while I enjoyed playing... =D
