... for my daughter.
This does not mean that I am not thankful for my boys in any way, I love them and cherish such beautiful, unique individuals. But, my daughter is something that they aren't. Yes, she is an excuse tomake really cute girly clothes, but she is more. She is empathetic in a way that they aren't. Today I was struck by the worst pain in my head. I had this about 2 months ago - it was a sinus infection. It happened again - pain so bad that I would have taken heroin if I had some.
I went tot he MD and got some meds, including a good painkiller. Well, once the ones I took this AM wore off, I was back in pain. My daughter just hugged me and hummed in my ear, and also massaged my head until the med kicked in. She knew I was in pain, and in a quiet and loving way comforted me. And she is 4 years old! ( My husband's idea of helping is to take all of theboys to the new Star Wars movie. Good idea, but I got left with the dishes.
) Thank You God, for my Francie. My world would just be a degree colder without her.
Thank You God...
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