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Before I start today's post, I should say PRAISE GOD because my sweet boy is feeling much better and is actually eating (and keeping down!) food! Thank you Jesus.

This morning we went to visit my grandma. The boys call her Oma. When we got home, I said something about how I couldn't do that because I was old. Michael said, "you're not old Mom."

I'm not? I asked.

"No, you're not old like Oma."

It made me laugh. Oh how I needed that! At least my three year old knows I'm not old like Oma! :-)