Each and every morning, without fail, Daddy comes down the stairs after Madison and Mommy. She's ready to go to school or church, and Daddy has been getting ready. He walks down the stairs, and Madison hears his approach. That's when she rushes through the kitchen, and hides behind the doorway to the garage. It's so obvious as she storms away, stampeding to her hiding place - and sometimes Daddy makes it to the bottom of the stairs and she makes eye contact with him. Those are the funniest moments: he's looking at her, and she still runs to go hide in her place.
This is the part where Daddy has to go through the motions anyway. And if he doesn't, there's a quiet voice calling out from the hiding place: "Say, 'Where's Madison?'" So Daddy starts on his regular morning speech, all while Mommy is standing there, completely in on it.
"Where could Madison be? Isn't she up by now? She'll miss school if she doesn't get down here. Mommy, have you seen Madison?"
After a few moments of this, Madison suddenly jumps out: "BOO!"
And of course, Daddy jumps, completely not expecting it!
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Today started rough, but ended beautifully. Mommy has been suffering all week with the same symptoms she's had since the ileostomy reversal. With no answers and no understanding, it's been very difficult to watch her get beat up, and not have any counterpunch. Well, it's not like there's no counterpunch: it's more like there's nobody to strike back at. She didn't make it to church this morning, as she was completely wiped out from a tough night. Madison woke up on her own, however, quite anxious to get to KidPak Jr. She and Daddy went to church this morning, and Daddy was heavy-hearted. He sent an email, asking people to pray, and off he went.
Today's service at our church is one of those special times of year. Today is the end of the fast, a "Victory Sunday," where we pray for those who have been sick, as directed by the Bible. We've been fasting and seeking His face, but even our pastor had a setback today: for the first time that I can remember, he himself was out sick. It would take something major for that to happen, believe me. But just like last week, Daddy stayed home. That was the first Sunday I've ever missed due to illness - at least while I've been working there.
Anyway, word spread about Mommy. And there were so many people sending her encouraging notes and praying for her. And praying for Daddy too. They sent Daddy up to the service upstairs, in fact. It was such a sweet thing to see so many people sending encouraging messages to Mommy. More importantly, she felt their prayers - really. For the first time in a week, she had a much better day - and night. In fact, for the first time in a while, she slept through the night without incident.
When Daddy and Madison got home from church, we prayed once again. Daddy walked a prayer cloth through the prayer line: every one of the staff members laid hands on it, anointing it with oil. Daddy brought it home for Mommy, and the three of us prayed together for her good health.
It was a sweet afternoon together. Of course, we had the typical piano practice, and we even went back to playing "Brave" again on the X-box. We rested some more, and Daddy actually finished his books for the Big Top series (just in time!). We finished our "Shrek-fest" with the fourth movie, and Madison was ready for bed a little early this time. She'll be getting up for school tomorrow, after a nice three-day weekend off.
Mommy and Daddy watched another movie in our romantic comedy series called "No Reservations." It can be a tear-jerker at times, but the overall movie is pretty good. It feels different from most, and has a unique feel to it. It made Daddy want to get out the chef hats and start training under Mommy's cooking. I can imagine us around the kitchen, learning a thing or two about preparing scallops in saffron sauce. Or something else more manageable. Like toast.
Anyway, our spirits have been quite lifted, and the two of us decided to go to bed early tonight and get that rest we need. And it came easy tonight, rest for our bodies and spirits.
This is the part where Daddy has to go through the motions anyway. And if he doesn't, there's a quiet voice calling out from the hiding place: "Say, 'Where's Madison?'" So Daddy starts on his regular morning speech, all while Mommy is standing there, completely in on it.
"Where could Madison be? Isn't she up by now? She'll miss school if she doesn't get down here. Mommy, have you seen Madison?"
After a few moments of this, Madison suddenly jumps out: "BOO!"
And of course, Daddy jumps, completely not expecting it!
*********
Today started rough, but ended beautifully. Mommy has been suffering all week with the same symptoms she's had since the ileostomy reversal. With no answers and no understanding, it's been very difficult to watch her get beat up, and not have any counterpunch. Well, it's not like there's no counterpunch: it's more like there's nobody to strike back at. She didn't make it to church this morning, as she was completely wiped out from a tough night. Madison woke up on her own, however, quite anxious to get to KidPak Jr. She and Daddy went to church this morning, and Daddy was heavy-hearted. He sent an email, asking people to pray, and off he went.
Today's service at our church is one of those special times of year. Today is the end of the fast, a "Victory Sunday," where we pray for those who have been sick, as directed by the Bible. We've been fasting and seeking His face, but even our pastor had a setback today: for the first time that I can remember, he himself was out sick. It would take something major for that to happen, believe me. But just like last week, Daddy stayed home. That was the first Sunday I've ever missed due to illness - at least while I've been working there.
Anyway, word spread about Mommy. And there were so many people sending her encouraging notes and praying for her. And praying for Daddy too. They sent Daddy up to the service upstairs, in fact. It was such a sweet thing to see so many people sending encouraging messages to Mommy. More importantly, she felt their prayers - really. For the first time in a week, she had a much better day - and night. In fact, for the first time in a while, she slept through the night without incident.
When Daddy and Madison got home from church, we prayed once again. Daddy walked a prayer cloth through the prayer line: every one of the staff members laid hands on it, anointing it with oil. Daddy brought it home for Mommy, and the three of us prayed together for her good health.
It was a sweet afternoon together. Of course, we had the typical piano practice, and we even went back to playing "Brave" again on the X-box. We rested some more, and Daddy actually finished his books for the Big Top series (just in time!). We finished our "Shrek-fest" with the fourth movie, and Madison was ready for bed a little early this time. She'll be getting up for school tomorrow, after a nice three-day weekend off.
Mommy and Daddy watched another movie in our romantic comedy series called "No Reservations." It can be a tear-jerker at times, but the overall movie is pretty good. It feels different from most, and has a unique feel to it. It made Daddy want to get out the chef hats and start training under Mommy's cooking. I can imagine us around the kitchen, learning a thing or two about preparing scallops in saffron sauce. Or something else more manageable. Like toast.
Anyway, our spirits have been quite lifted, and the two of us decided to go to bed early tonight and get that rest we need. And it came easy tonight, rest for our bodies and spirits.
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