Yesterday was our 5th anniversary. Some say love is a warm fuzzy feeling. I say love is the gooey wet feeling of hugging your son to console him after he's just thrown up on your shirt. Poor John woke up at 6:30 and called me into his room. I was going to just let him cry it out, but for some reason (fortunately) I went in this time. Right as I knelt down to hug him he threw up. I brought him into our bed, and later downstairs, and back and forth through the morning, and he continued to throw up. He was so pitiful and my heart was just broken for him. I joked with Buck that wearing vomit was a pretty big difference from what we were wearing exactly 5 years before. John has only ever thrown up once before (it was when he was in his crib...I went to get him when he woke up early in the morning...still dark, and all I could see what dark red all around his head. I was terrified. Fortunately it turned out to be lasagne and not blood, but he still won't eat anything with red sauce). We started nervously feeding him crackers and pedialyte around lunch time and I guess the bug had already passed. By that time he was just really weak. Today he was much better. Still not full volume, but he's getting there. Somehow in the midst of that, Buck and I enjoyed our anniversary and even got out for a nice dinner together with Grandma babysitting. Did I picture all of that on my wedding day? Not really.
Today John really made me smile. I was really missing Daddy. I've mentioned before how I ask John who loves him and he says "Mama". I've started expanding it so he says family members and I tell him God loves him too. Today we were sitting in front of the computer doing that and one of his answers was Papa. I tearfully pulled up some pictures of John and Papa hiking and asked who it was. He said Papa, and even wanted to lean to the computer screen to touch him. Very touching moment, for me at least. Later in the car he said "Papa Jesus", which he hasn't said in a while. I affirmed that Papa was with Jesus, then John asked "Where Papa Jesus go?" That's his most frequent question. He asks where did just about anything go. On the way to Panera the other day I said we're almost there, and he said "Where almost there go?" Fortunately his answer is usually "right there" and that answer usually appeases him. Anyway, I answered with Heaven. He repeated Papa Jesus Heaven, then I'm almost certain he said Jesus love you. What sweet words from a 2-year-old in the beginings of faith.
Before I forget to write it, one of the cute things John says frequently,"This I found!". At least, that's what it sounds like. I know it means look at what I found. He gets so excited and says it when he finds a toy he hasn't played with for a few days, something he's been looking for, or something he knows he isn't supposed to have.
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