I have been sick for 3 weeks. Laying on the couch sick.
I have been thinking for about two and a half weeks that I should talk to hubby about giving me a blessing.
But, usually, I am just so excited that he is home, I totally forget about it. But last night, after all the awfulness that was yesterday, I didn't forget.
So hubby called our fantastic neighbor to come and help.
While we were waiting, ET kept saying, "Don't worry. You won't be sick anymore after you get a blessing."
Faith is a wonderful thing. Especially when it comes back to you through your 5 year old son.
How's that for unicorns and rainbows!?!
On a side note, I do feel better this morning. Not only better but I actually have a bit of energy. The laundry totally has a chance at getting folded today.