Four year olds and tonsillectomies.

It's kinda been a long few weeks around our house, folks. 

Grant and Matt, walking into the 8 a.m. surgery.

So, all my dear friends,

why in the WORLD did none of you warn me how hard a tonsillectomy can be 

before our sweet four-year-old underwent surgery?

I kinda had lots of friends whose kids were

playing at the park

the day after surgery.

we.were.not.

Our poor Grant was miserable.

Apparently his pain medicine wasn't working well enough, 

and he was becoming super super dehydrated.

We did the best we could keeping him comfortable and drinking enough

{but still came *this close* to being back in the hospital.}

 But, we made it.  
Even if we kinda haven't left the house for like, 2 weeks straight
{except maybe for the McDonald's drive-through window for 2 large coffees and 4 of these to get us through until one of us could actually go to the store!}

 And then, just as Grant was half-way feeling better
{better enough to at least sit on the couch and watch TV and not just in his bed all day}


this one got sick.

So we really haven't left the house in awhile.

But, ya know? 
I still love this life with little kids. 
I mean, my heart just aches for them when they're sick,
and I've cried my share of tears over both of them the past several weeks.

But I still love this life of a stay-at-home momma. 
{even when I've worn the same running pants for days
and go through a drive-through just for milk!}

I soak in every time Gracie wraps her sweet little arms around my neck and says "hug it!"
{as I close my eyes and try to remember that feeling forever}.

every time Grant wants me to play with him. 

or watch {curious} George with him.  

or watch him run fast fast fast on his bike!  

every time Grace comes zooming down the hallway saying "whunning!" 

as she leaps into my arms.  

 

Every time she buries her head into me at 2 in the morning, secure in her momma's arms.

every time, I try to slow down time for just a moment, 

because I know that though the days can be long, the years are so, so short.

Even during the midst of the roughest tonsillectomy recovery ever,

I'm so thankful to be at home with them.

That He chose them for us.

So thankful to be loving on, playing with, laughing with, 

and praying with the sweetest kids in the world, all day. 

 

 

And, right now? 

so, so thankful that we now at least have 50% of our {current} kiddos' with out tonsils.

 

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"...whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me..."

Matthew 25:40