E has croup. Poor thing. I am usually a tough momma, but when my 3 year old can't breath and is scared silly about it, it puts me on edge. Last night I sat up with her all night trying to keep her calm when a coughing attack would come/sitting out on our front porch, my tailbone grinding into the pavement as I rocked her to sleep and somehow it was beautiful.
Sickness means more cuddles, more patience (why is it that I am infinitely patient when they are sick and then that magical power leaves when they are feeling better?!) and more gratitude for the health we normally enjoy. There truly can't be any happiness without misery; I've been thinking a lot about that scripture as I've been up at night this last week. We chose to come to this earth where we would feel pain and have sickness and hurt. I can't imagine how glorious living with my Heavenly Father after death will be. If I was willing to come here and endure the misery of this earth...there must be infinite goodness and joy to come. And how grateful I am that a loving God gave us so much joy on this earth along with the misery that we must face. And at this time of year, I am particularly grateful that Eve had the courage to choose pain and sorrow in order for us to have children and progress to meet God.
I love the chocolate cereal crumbs around E's mouth. I love the freckles that are right under her eyes. I love the wisps of blond hair that fall out of any hairstyle I do right into her eyes. How I love that her sick little eyes are still full of life and curiosity. How I love her thick, dark eyelashes against her light blue eyes. (No, I do not put mascara on her before I take her picture. I've had several people ask me.) How I love her sweet temperament and desire to do good. I love my E.
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