Lillian is battling her "normal" sick issues. I spent the weekend doing treatments around the clock. She is super duper winey today which is not at all in her character. Antibiotics on board, so I hope she soon gets relief.
It was so fun to have her in the room as we had our last ultrasound. She thoroughly enjoyed watching.
So, why do I find myself here at this late hour typing away? My mind refuses to rest as I linger on my thoughts earlier this evening. We have had two choir concerts for the bigger girls this past week and they were quite enjoyable. As I sat there, though, tonight in the audience. I began to get very sobered as I thought of my youngest child...I wondered if I would someday enjoy the privelege of seeing her perform and sing her little heart out on the stage. I then fight the tears back and try to remember to be grateful for the sounds she IS making. She does do some type of "singing". Just not something I can understand because there aren't really any words. But she is using a singing voice. The tune is non recognizable, to me anyway. It's strange the emotions I continue to experience as I walk through this life with my angel.
Maybe now, that I've shared my heart, my mind can find rest. Good night.