Levi's first day was on Monday. Surprisingly he hasn't talked much about it when we ask him, but we know he likes it because he "loves Ms. Gina."
"I love her," he says.
We crouch down and tilt our heads at the innocence. "Awe."
It's pretty much music to your ears when your child tells you he loves his teacher. Who knew?
Two days in, however, and we've got a running, stopped up, snot nose. I fear it is only the beginning for colds and viruses. Shall I say, let the games begin?
I prayed a hedge of protection around our household last night. That the Lord would keep stomach bugs and viruses at bay. Colds and snot I can handle, but throw up I don't deal with well. I'm not talking about the smell or the look, but the sheer sense of nausea and the physical act of vomiting literally scares me. I get fearful every fall, because I know we are heading into winter, which is primal season. Isn't it?
Anyway, last year I prayed that we would not get hit, and while I think Isaac had a one-day bout of a bug, Levi and I did not get sick. (Vitamins help people!) I was SO grateful. I have kept in mind, though, that he was not in school. But now he is.
It seems like just yesterday I was snapping photos of him smiling while passing gas in his sleep. We were there, on our red comfy couch in the condo, overlooking the balcony to the Manassas Park water tower in our "backyard." The cool air caught my heart as we listened to Osbourn's marching band while the football game carried on.
I'd give him a bottle, rock him to sleep, and slip his bink in just like that. Piece of cake!
Now we are teaching him to pull up his pants, sip from a cup, use a fork, AND have manners. This cannot be!
Though these sweet memories make me sad as I long for them again, my heart is so full.
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