It's been an exhausting, but meaningful weekend. Lynette and Rusty shared their hearts at the Memorial service for Olive Hope, and the tears flowed freely for us. It's so hard to see your neice and nephew have so much pain and also to lose a member of the family, that we have all grown to love so much in her 4 short months, here on this earth.
Poor Monica, was unable to attend Olive's Memorial and Burial service, since both Jeremiah and Sawyer had double ear infections, and Monica herself had Strep throat. After the burial service, while we were eating, Matt said he was still cold. At the time, I wondered if maybe he was getting sick. We got our answer soon enough. Soon after Matt got home from work, his fever spiked up to 103.? We got the cry for help, since neither parent was feeling up to parenting. As soon as we got home, we brought all the boys except Jeremiah to our house.
I first tucked in Brennan, then Sawyer and then Isaiah. What a routine! I forgot how easy I normally have it! When I was tucking Brennan in, and was singing to him, he said, "Grandma, can you sing me the song that Rusty and Lynette sang to Olive?" He wanted me to sing, He knows my name. Sadly, I only knew a few of the words, but I promised him that I would learn it.
I have a Maker
He formed my heart
Before even time began
My life was in his hands
I have a Father
He calls me his own
He'll never leave me
No matter where I go
He knows my name
He knows my every thought
He sees each tear that falls
And He hears me when I call
