Yesterday, was a fantastic day. We started with the windows open and the attic fan on. I worked around the house while listening to my little lovelies playing in the back. Popsicles and PB&J's were consumed, songs were sang and plans were made to meet our awesome realtor at a couple of houses. During nap/quiet time a wonderful storm moved in and the smell of fresh rain filled the air. It cleared off just in time for our house hunt. We checked out 2 houses, one of which we really like. (We just have to wait for a few things before we can make a decision) Dinner was delicious and the conversation was even better. I went to bed....peaceful.
Today was very different. A demanding 2 year old woke me up bright and early. Lots of bickering among the siblings and a rush to get to the doctors office for Claire's appointment. We were going because my sweet girl is covered in bruises. She has one on her calf muscle that is roughly the size of a baseball and is the shade of the midnight sky. She has them in odd places and we have no idea where they came from. My mommy instinct told me that this is not right. Our doctor confirmed my instincts. She said that this is not "normal" and labs were ordered. She said we would be checking her iron levels, platelet counts and white blood cell count. Yuck. I hear "white blood cell count" and it sends shivers down my spine. Of course, Claire was a champ and received her new stuffed animal upon completion of the lab draw. Now we wait.
My dad had to go with an employee and friend of the family to help her identify the body of her brother (also an employee of my dad's) who was killed in a house fire this morning. My dear friend Steph is waiting waiting waiting on news from Houston about the current state of her cancer. My dear Auntie Karen starts chemo tomorrow for breast cancer.
Sweet Jesus be near.
Sweet. Jesus. Be. Near.