Like all siblings do, my kids squabble. And over the silliest things, like whose turn it is to pray for dinner or whose turn it is to get in the shower first.
Well, this morning my little guy woke up feeling just awful. He had a headache, a stomachache, and a sore throat. Yuck. Poor little guy slept most of the day. He didn’t eat much of anything either. The house was quiet. It was a very sad, unhappy, somethings-not-right kind of quiet. There was no arguing or fighting of any kind all day long.
This evening I heard, “Mommy, she’s breathing on me!” and I smiled. All was right in our little household once again. With Thanksgiving still fresh on my mind, I’ve thought of another something I’m thankful for…
I’m thankful for squabbles. <grins>