We have been plagued with sickness in my house this past week, five of the six of us succumbed to illness. Luckily, it was short-lived. I am thankful that it allowed me to have a few moments of much-needed quiet time. Slowing down, I was able to reflect back on my blessings and what really matters in life.
Yesterday, I was awakened by my mischievous Andrew at the side of my bed, his head hanging down.
“Mom, the Wii remote is in the toilet,” he said softly. Huh? Half asleep and unsure of what I had just heard, I began to drift back to sleep.
“The remote is in the toilet,” he said louder.
“Wow, I’m glad to see that things are getting back to normal around here,” I said. (That didn’t take long!)
After fishing the remote out of the toilet and attempting to dry off the damage, I engaged in some Wii dance games with the kids. This always brings smiles and puts the kids in a great mood.
Later in the day I was in the middle of preparing the evenings dinner when my little John woke up from a nap and was not a happy camper. Whining and pitiful looking, I picked him up and was immediately covered in vomit, as was everything within an arms reach. Poor baby, it was his turn to battle the bug.
As I’m trying to console the little guy, several minutes had passed when I sensed the unusual quietness and realized that my two other monsters had disappeared.
It didn’t take long when giggles from the kitchen revealed none other than…..
Yep, you guessed it, whip cream mustaches!! My little Andrew’s fancy for whip cream out of the can had taken on new meaning..For real? The moment was to cute not to share…These guys are full of it. I love how they keep me on my toes.
On another note,in addition to tending to this infirmary I have lived in this week, I was able to spend more time on the ranch getting ready for the cows to have their little ones. Springtime brings so much to look forward to.
Lots of work has been done preparing the stalls, spreading hay, and separating the mama’s whose birthing is near. So many are eagerly waiting to meet the new lives to come.
As I see the first baby calf of the season, I am made aware how precious this new life is. Some born healthy while others only graced this earth for a moment, so innocent and beautiful, much like our own little ones. Every life matters.
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Which brings me to a little boy named Robby. In August 2009, a little boy named Robby blessed this world for a brief time and passed away after four days of life. Now, his legacy is giving comfort to parents all over the U.S. 
What started out with friends and family in New Jersey, evolved into a blooming organization that brings comfort to those who are grieving the loss of babies due to pregnancy loss, still birth, and infant loss.
This inspirational group provides stuffed rabbits to bereaved parents, giving them something to hold onto when their arms are empty. Such a beautiful gift they offer and what a special way to honor and remember little Robby.
Check out www.Robbysrabbits.org
I believe God has a purpose for all of us, no matter how long or short our time here is. I was given nearly six incredible years with my daughter that I wouldn’t trade for anything. She taught me so many lessons in life, mostly, the true meaning of love and how to live life to the fullest.
Thanks for reading..
Forever Lydia’s Mom……
Daphne Bach Greer 