Happy Fourth of July
"Mommy, this is delicious! It's very sweet and taaasty!"
"Maybe those my faaaa-git (favorite)!"
We haven't exactly had the holiday we'd envisioned, but Spencer is no longer throwing up, so morale is improving.
Spencer is feeling much better, and, retrospectively, I think Evelyn may have had it first, so hopefully both of the children are in the clear. I'm certainly praying that neither Jonathan nor I get sick; but not in that close-to-an-anxiety-attack way that I do when I'm pregnant or breastfeeding or otherwise having a rough mental health week. So, all in all, we're thankful.
And especially today, I'm thankful to live in America. I know it's not perfect, and I know it's not sacred; but there is a place for gratitude and even for patriotism. I'm thankful for people who have dedicated and risked their lives so that I can carry on my little life every day with my babies. So that I can feed them, raise them, and enjoy them in peace and in freedom. And when they're old enough to understand it all, I pray they won't take it for granted and that they'll live in such a way that promotes peace and freedom in the future.