The kids seem better after the stomach flu wormed it's way into our house about five days ago. Polly is up and eating and drinking and playing. Phew!
Right now she is making circles around the dinning room table with an empty brown paper bag, a ruler and an old receipt from the grocery store. Very important business going on.
The snow is really coming down. The dinner dishes are rinsed and stacked neatly in the dishwasher. The 'littles' are already dressed in footie pajamas. We have no where to go tonight. Homework is done. The sick bucket has been scrubbed and placed out of sight until the next middle of the night emergency when it's services are rendered. Our tree is up and the lights make the whole living room sparkle. It's the perfect kind of night for a blizzard.
Looking in, one would probably think ours is a typical family; nothing pressing, relaxed, not in crisis.
And we are...tonight.
Tomorrow starts our week countdown for Polly's first brain surgery for her
Moyamoya syndrome. At this time next week a hospital bag will be packed, sitters will be in place. I'll ly down next to my little girl and sing to her a bedtime song. She'll ask me to rub her cheek lightly and we'll stay like that, together...until she drifts off unaware of the even deeper sleep the next day will bring.
But tonight I'm choosing to enjoy my girls. The four little souls who just made a grand exodus to the playroom and are building a pretend city where they rule as queens and princesses.
