Last night was a long night, to say the least. I was up and down literally every 15 minuets with my daughter Olivia. From the look and symptoms, I’d say it’s the flu. My poor baby girl. Throughout the night as I emerged once again to take her to the bathroom to clean up after yet another tossing of her cookies, I realized something…I was happy to be doing it. I hate that she is sick, I hate that we are getting zero rest, but I am so thankful to be the one to take care of her every need at a time like this; to be the one whom she needs. Who I am to be so blessed as to be called “Mommy” ?

The night went on and before we knew it, the sun was rising. Between my three little loves and my sick husband I felt like I was racing back and forth and I began to get a little exhausted, and furthermore, grumpy. I had so quickly forgotten the blessing and felt a little burdened I am ashamed to say. Just at that moment I heard one more shout.

Olivia: Mommy!