I know that seems like a weird title. But exactly a week ago I was spending the night at the hospital with Tamara. My baby was hooked up to an IV and a machine to check her oxygen. For awhile all she did was lie in bed in a daze. Not at all the usual Tamara.
All is better and she is doing great. But during those moments at the hospital I was reminded of what a wonderful thing it is to have my "crazy" girls running all over the house screaming and yelling and pretty much driving Adam and I bonkers at times.
Somewhere there are parents whose children are so tired from fighting to live that they have no energy left in them. I bet those parents pray for the same bursts of enegy for their children that I am sometimes irritated by.
So I say again, "Thank you God for my crazy, healthy girls!"
There's nothing like a little perspective.
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