It was a week of up all night with a sick toddler, counting gifts to stay awake.
It was a week overflowing with gifts I too often neglected to look at as gifts.
It was a week of waking up tense with fear from a bad dream and counting gifts to calm down.
It was a week of counting each of your comments and assurances of prayers as very special gifts.
181. A fun photoshoot with my girls.
182. Being pre-excused from jury duty on the day I spent all morning at the doctor’s and the hospital.
183. Getting out in the sunshine to dig in my little herb garden, even if I was completely exhausted afterwards.
184. Energy to bake bread.
185. The news that a family often on my heart is expecting another little one.
186. My mother’s helper baking chocolate chip cookies with the girls.
187. Not going into labor when I was running on three nights without sleep.
188. A cough that got more and more congested instead of dry and whooping.
189. Not getting the cold bug.
190. A little one who finally slept eight hours waking up at 4 a.m. hungry as could be.
191. A hilarious Lamaze DVD from the library to refresh my memory on those breathing techniques.
192. A package and update letter from a precious 84-year-old author who cares 24/7 for her husband with Alzheimer’s while also orchestrating the translation of her books for children that have been instrumental in spreading the gospel message far and wide.
193. My husband.
194. My little ones.
195. You, the readers and commenters here on my blog.
196. Sweet and cheerful nurses administering non-stress tests.
197. Being further along than we thought I’d get.
198. Sleeping in.
199. Leftovers and easy bake-overs.
If coffee is the source of my heartburn, the question is, which is worse: heartburn or no coffee?
). Praying for a good check-up, with no more jaundice, at the doctor’s in the morning… Thank you for all your congratulations and your prayers!