We started this week with a puker. Seriously. Tuesday night. Kayte got violently ill practically the minute she walked in the door from school. So sick I called the doctor in a bit of a panic, cause at one point her hands and feet seized up in cramps. Honestly, I'd never seen anything like it...apparently she'd lost calcium so fast that her extremities just cramped right up. By 8 that evening she was feeling better, but being a week out from Christmas, well, I was in constant prayer that no one else would get it. I was most concerned about Sara. She had her big assembly play coming up, and she got to be the 'Little Girl'! The same role Kayte played 3 years ago and she was gonna wear the same dress and everything. Sure enough. Thursday morning, Sara woke up with a little tummy ache. I kept her home from school and we prayed and prayed and then I fed her lots of food and drink so we could test the waters. God healed her right up without any puking at all! She was back to school by lunch! Really, such a small little miracle, but it meant such a whole lot to me.
And so, with no more ado, we all made it to the Gingerbread Man play, in the normal runny-nosed Christmas health. Thanks be to God!
Jack played Sara's brother in the play. How perfect!
A little birthday present, from Sara to Joe...