My grumbling about the temperature this morning has led me to remember when life was not as easy. Well, that, and the fact that one of my children has been practicing the 12 Days of Christmas on the piano all week!
I wrote this on Dec. 19, 1999. David was 3, Anna was 2, and James was 7 months. We are now living proof that God carries you through the rough spots, and children do get older!
Reflections on a not so great month...
You know the tune...
December in Minnesota means lots of things to me:
A slight case of pneumonia.
December in Minnesota means lots of things to me:
Two sinus infections,
And a slight case of pneumonia.
December in Minnesota means lots of things to me:
Three infected ears,
Two sinus infections,
And a slight case of pneumonia.
December in Minnesota means lots of things to me:
Four inches of snow,
Three infected ears,
Two sinus infections,
And a slight case of pneumonia.
December in Minnesota means lots of things to me:
Five antibiotics! (really six)
Four inches of snow,
Three infected ears,
Two sinus infections,
And a slight case of pneumonia.
December in Minnesota means lots of things to me:
Six trips to the Doctor,
Five antibiotics! (really six)
Four inches of snow,
Three infected ears,
Two sinus infections,
And a slight case of pneumonia.
December in Minnesota means lots of things to me:
Seven is the high temp,
Six trips to the Doctor,
Five antibiotics! (really six)
Four inches of snow,
Three infected ears,
Two sinus infections,
And a slight case of pneumonia.
December in Minnesota means lots of things to me:
Eight boots to tie,
Seven is the high temp,
Six trips to the Doctor,
Five antibiotics! (really six)
Four inches of snow,
Three infected ears,
Two sinus infections,
And a slight case of pneumonia.
December in Minnesota means lots of things to me:
Nine diapers to change,
Eight boots to tie,
Seven is the high temp,
Six trips to the Doctor,
Five antibiotics! (really six)
Four inches of snow,
Three infected ears,
Two sinus infections,
And a slight case of pneumonia.
December in Minnesota means lots of things to me:
Ten bags to pack,
Nine diapers to change,
Eight boots to tie,
Seven is the high temp,
Six trips to the Doctor,
Five antibiotics! (really six)
Four inches of snow,
Three infected ears,
Two sinus infections,
And a slight case of pneumonia.
December in Minnesota means lots of things to me:
Eleven gifts to mail,
Ten bags to pack,
Nine diapers to change,
Eight boots to tie,
Seven is the high temp,
Six trips to the Doctor,
Five antibiotics! (really six)
Four inches of snow,
Three infected ears,
Two sinus infections,
And a slight case of pneumonia.
December in Minnesota means lots of things to me:
Twelve days in Missouri (for Edwin),
Eleven gifts to mail,
Ten bags to pack,
Nine diapers to change,
Eight boots to tie,
Seven is the high temp,
Six trips to the Doctor,
Five antibiotics! (really six)
Four inches of snow,
Three infected ears,
Two sinus infections,
And a slight case of pneumonia.
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I remember that Christmas. We got to see ya'll. Anna was a baby. I have pictures of her and James sitting on a blanket on the floor at my parents. That was a rough Christmas. It was the year my grandaddy had his stroke. He died shortly after. It is a blessing to be able to look back on times like that and see how God brings us through.
It sure is, Krystal!
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