Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Being gratefully sick.

I woke up this morning and threw up. Just like every morning.
It happened just minutes after I spotted Nicholas drinking from my juice container.
The only blessed thing that helps me alive.
Now all I can think about is ketchup with eggs floating around the ginormous Costco-size juice-my juice, now wasted.
My mornings are hard, but when the children are all off to school, and I get to be just with Nicholas I take it all in, and my heart swells and I am super excited for lil peanut even more.
Mr. Nielson has made dinner these past few weeks. Mostly I sit in my room with a
piece of minty gum on and under my nose and pray for at
least 15 minutes of normalcy so I can shower.
Lots of times, it never happens.
But being grateful is still at the top of my list, the subject of all my prayers,
and the reason I am moving along.
{that and all the Halloween catalogs I get in the mail. How fun!}

**I am certainly getting a silver spoon from The Vintage Pearl
for Lil Peanut. They are classically beautiful.**