...I'm sad...that my Noah is under the weather. He's got a respiratory thing. I can't figure out if it's sparked by allergies...or just a cold. He slept with me last night. Love that Noah-of-mine.
...I'm glad...that we didn't have one. thing. on our calendar for today.
...I'm praying...that Noah recovers swiftly...and that no one else gets it.
...I'm singing...over and over, in my head, and aloud, this song I love that we sang in church yesterday morning:
(Crank your volume and soak this in. Or - if you're at work (Nai Nai!), maybe don't crank the volume...but you can still read the words and marinate in them!)