A cheerful heart is...

good medicine. Right?

I have a little cold. Not much to speak of really. But you know how it is when you first wake up in the morning?

Extra scratchy voice and quite a few coughs before you can really start talking. Waking up knowing this is probably the worst you will feel all day. A hot shower would help.

That was me this morning. And like I said, I'm really not that sick.

But four year old Mercy came in to find me in bed still at around 8am, warming up my voice in a not-so-melodious way. Oh, I had also been up in the night with Sweet Baby James who just might be growing a tooth.

Without waiting to be asked to do a thing, Mercy took off to the kitchen with an empty glass from my bedside table, calling over her shoulder that she would get me some fresh water. She may have even put her little hand on my face before she traipsed off.

I just wanted to remember this.

I'm so thankful for being noticed and cared for like this by someone who is still learning not to do obnoxious things to get my attention.

Today I was humbled and blessed by her attentions toward me.

When Mommy has a meeting...

...Mercy helps feed James.

James' Haircut

Before:

After:

Spring Picture

Josiah, Michael, Daniel holding James, and Mercy

This really was the best one of about 10. And, really, they all look like themselves...

and just so you know, it has recently come to my attention that we have a pair of rubber boots in every size from a toddler 7 all the way up to a child 1. I think we have 2 pairs of 11s but those are the only duplicates. Mercy wears the pink 11s. Every other pair of boots we have are boy-colored.

Happy Spring!

And the tomb was empty!

Happy Easter everyone!