Letter to My Son
Dear Son, Didn’t I start the last letter to you about illness? It appears December was a month of yuckies. I felt so sorry for you, sweet boy.. when you had the stomach virus you were walking to the kitchen, following Daddy. You threw up, continued the momentum of walking fast forward, slipped on the vomit, feet went up and your head went back. Mommy and Daddy came rushing to you. We had to wash the vomit from the back of your head where you fell into it, for fear that you had broken skin on the tile floor. Daddy did the eye dilation test on you. We called the doctor and received encouraging words that most likely you were okay and given things to do, such as to make sure we could wake you up when you went to sleep. Tigger watching over you when you weren't feeling well.. Thankfully it appears everyone is on the mend (so many people in the family were sick), though Oma is fighting vertigo now. She had a bad episode ...