Missing my kids...

At 3am on Wednesday I was awakened with a pain in my stomach. Approx 1 hour later I was sick. The flu. I caught it from my boss.

I woke my husband (mainly to ask him to get up -because his side of the bed is a better place to be when you are sick - it's closer to the bathroom and you don't have to worry about hitting your head on the slope that is our roof like you do on my side), he quickly got me a bucket, wash cloth and then went away.
He called off work and took care of me, good care of me, over the next 24 hours.
He kept the kids away.
That part was hard for me. I miss my kids. I am still praying that no one else in my household gets this bug. It was pretty bad. I still ache and feel I was hit by a rather large truck.

I woke up this morning to the sounds of cabinets opening. Brenna was making us breakfast. That touched my heart. They both were so worried about their mommy.

Sometimes you don't think they get it. Sometimes you don't think they understand all that you do for them. And then you get breakfast.

Tomorrow is Good Friday. Tomorrow someone did ALOT for us. Are we going to live everyday remembering and knowing what He did.