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Week without Hubby

My dearest of husbands left yesterday to spend the week touring Poland with "Hope Singers 2006", a group of 25 singers directed by Lloyd Kauffman. They are giving programs in many different evangelical churches throughout the country. I heard them on Friday night for the first time and totally enjoyed their program.

Why is it that it isn't until your husband leaves you for a few days that you realize how much you love him, miss him, and can't function without him. I mean the house seems to echo his absence!!!

And I can't understand. I mean, my children hardly ever get sick. I can count on one hand the times they have been seriously ill in the last five years. Well, early yesterday morning soon before John left, Derek started throwing up. He was so sick all day. All I got done was rubbing his back, reading to him, making him more comfortable, and trying to get him to drink. My!!! What a day. And, of course, John was nowhere around. It was one of the longest days of my life. I was exhausted! But, PTL, that night he slept the whole night, and today started eating, so hopefully he is mending. And I'm praying that God will spare the rest of us. It was awful for the little guy.

Derek (lying on his bed after a trip to the bathroom): I feel pretty good, Mom, but my legs are dizzy.

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Dorcas said…
And John isn't there to fetch you coffee! And sugar! And cream!

(Smucker reunion joke, sorry)

Grace and peace to you.
8:52 AM
Anonymous said…
yah dorcas, sounds a little familiar here too. :) ha..laura, i really wish that i could've been over there this year but maybe when i'm "older and more mature" :) hopefully anyway..i had to laugh at derek tho. that was really cute..and i hope he's over his sickness by now. sounded horrible! love you guys, Gina
10:56 PM
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