It's Martin Luther King Day and we are celebrating. With the flu. At four in the morning we had the older girls both in our bed, I fetched the throw up bowl and Daddy cleaned up. As I rested my hand on the hot skin of her back, I told Grace, "It will all be over soon"! She didn't believe me so I told stories about baby goats, rivers, and Raspberry Pie. It seemed to help a little. Now we all wait with breath drawn in to see who gets the pukes next.
Happy Day, MLK! Happy Day.