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Good start, strange middle, beautiful finish

    Yesterday was interesting.

    Zach, Maddie and I were able to get school done by lunch. Kate slept late (till lunch) as it was the first week day she didn’t have a class since August. Josh had fun getting the fire going and cutting up pallets to burn (gotta love free firewood).

    At lunchtime, though, things kind of fell apart. I gave everyone our lunch options to get their orders (yes, sometimes I feel like a short order cook). Everything was fine until I asked Maddie what she wanted. She started to cry. Hmmm. Unusual. Then she said she only wanted a little yogurt. Hmmm. Why? Turns out her throat was sore. She’d been sniffling the day before, but I didn’t think much of it. She ate her lunch completely wrapped in a blanket with her head on the table most of the time. After she finished she wanted to snuggle, so we sat on the sofa and I bundled her into a couple of blankets. She slept on and off (mostly on) for hours. Definitely had a fever. Definitely didn’t feel well. When she woke up at one point in the evening she went to use the bathroom and change into warm pj’s. Tom went to check on her and he found her sobbing in the bathroom. Why? Not really sure. The effort of trying to change was too much for her. He helped her change, put her back on the sofa, and she fell back asleep for a couple more hours. Whatever it was, the sleep seemed to help. She’s a little pale this morning, but otherwise ok.

    The evening was spent with everyone home (yes, EVERYONE). Josh and Kate brought out their guitars and played around a little. Josh taught Tom a simple rhythm on the guitar. Kate talked me into trying to play a violin duet with her. Maddie rested next to us, and Zach played with magnetix. The fire was burning in the background and it was a simply beautiful evening. Yes, we are definitely blessed.

    Putting the kids to bed – as Zach was falling asleep, he opened his eyes and looked at me and asked, “Do angels have birthdays?” I love the questions they ask.