Is It Summer, Yet? And A Treatment Update...

 We have to interrupt our fun with a visit to the clinic. It's time for Libby's IVIG treatment tomorrow. Please keep us in your prayers. It's that lengthy appointment we don't love. And the doctors will likely make a decision regarding the medication they want to add back into the mix.  We appreciate your prayers for their wisdom. You know I'll keep you posted!

 

Much love and many blessings!!!

Happy Easter!

*Most photos were taken by my favorite photographer, my Aunt Amy. :)  Love you, Amy!!! 

Misery Loves Company

The suction bulb. A necessary evil. 

After Annie succumbs to the trauma. 

She makes sure to subject her nearest and dearest to the same torture.

I'll spare you the compromising position she had Mickey Mouse in while taking his temperature.

 

We're all fighting a little virus. Libby ended up in the ER last night. But she got to come home and is doing MUCH better today! We so appreciate your prayers! 

 

Love y'all! 

The Zoo

The only thing about taking your children to a petting zoo before you take them to the actual zoo is they think the same rules apply. This was the tiger exhibit. Gigantic. Ferocious. Eat you alive tigers. Annie looked at me and said, I wanna go in there, Mom.

Spring Break

I can't do it. Annie says to me all day long. Whenever she finds herself in a difficult situation.  I find myself responding to her the same way over and over again. You CAN do it. Do you need help? These girls give me constant glimpses of my Father's love for me. 

I can't do it. I've been saying this to Him, constantly, since I was pregnant with Libby. And over and over again. He shows me otherwise. 

By the end of this Spring Break I found myself weary. Weary after clinic (it went very well-thank you for those prayers!). Weary after a trip to the ER Wednesday night because of a fever. Weary thinking about possible new ways the doctors might administer medication. More appointments. Therapies. All the things I feel I need to be doing for my girls every moment of every day.  

 I feel inadequate. I feel weak. My power works best in weakness. Do you need help? 

Parenting brings me to my knees. I'm pretty sure it's designed that way. By Him. It stretches me. Humbles me. Binds me to Him.  I KNOW I'm designed to be that way. 

Embracing weakness over here.  :)

My constant boast is God. I can never thank You enough! Psalm 44:8