Children get sick. All kinds of sick. Some serious, some common. Some brief and some sicknesses that last a lifetime.
Sometimes the sick makes your child a million times cuter so that you will pay more attention to them and give them more care.
I wish I could record Ellie singing "Popcorn Popping in an Apricot Tree" with her hoarse, cough burdened voice. Her voice is several octaves lower and smokey. With a grin on her face and a tomato in her hand she runs around naked, having shed her clothes singing as loud as she can, "but it seems to me!" and "an armful to make a treat."
"Popcorn popping on the apricot treeeee!!!"
When she gets hurt or sad the first thing she asks for is a hug, and during a cuddle she sings, "I am a Child of God."
I love her bright intelligence, her happy personality, and her loving motherliness towards her brother. I love her.
She has whole books memorized. She pushes the button on the phone charger and finds the phones to make sure they are in their place. She enjoys sooo much of life everyday that it is impossible not to be effected.
What an amazing little person we have in our home.
