Hospital, Christmas, and other things

Hello blog friends. I hope you all had a wonderful

Christmas. We did. In a way I'm a little sad that it's

over. In another way I'm glad to move on.

We had quite an interesting week. On Monday, Wyatt

and I found ourselves at Children's hospital. The kid

just wasn't growing so his doctor called a GI doctor

who thought it would be a good idea to admit him. sigh.

I got there with the idea (and supplies) that we'd be

there for 24 hours.....well 3 days later they sent us home.

James was home so while he battled the other kids I got

a little vacay....well not really, but I had a lot of time to

think and ponder. So if you don't care, I'm going to

throw out a few things that crossed my mind.

1. Hospital food isn't too bad if one is congested.

2. head IV's are kinda cool.

3. I miss my bed.

4. I miss my kids.

5. I'm grateful!

The last one took my by surprise. Of all the things

to be grateful for the week of Christmas, a hospital

stay is probably not on the top ten list. I felt humble

and had a real sense of God's love for me. It was really

amazing to be the receiver of so many kindnesses and

to have so many prayers offered in our behalf. I felt

bolstered and strengthened by the service offered so

willingly by the members of our ward (aka church family).

I'm overwhelmed at the response of these people. They

had things to do and yet they brought my family meals,

babysat so that James could come out, and the ones that

couldn't were praying for us. Happily, we made it home

just in time for Christmas (the 24th). But the whole

experience reminded me of what the Christmas spirit is.

It's remembering our Savior: His birth, His life, and the

way he lived. I'm grateful I was able to remember that.

......too bad I had to be humbled and not just naturally so.

Happy boxing day folks. And thanks for sticking around.