Today, my poor little man had a fever. It was only 99, but that's noticeable for him.
But despite the fever, he was in good spirits, and this evening I found myself gazing out the back door with a big smile on my face as I watched my boys roll around on the patio.
I sighed and whispered up a little prayer of thanksgiving for
a healthy baby
a wonderful husband
peals of laughter (both baby and husband)
sunshine
dinner in the oven
clean kitchen floors
This is how life is supposed to be.
(thoroughly enjoying a biter biscuit)
(one for the baby book - Caleb's first Cheez-it!)
Aw sorry about the fever, glad he's not feeling too bad though!
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