
The good news…Scout returned from Science Camp on Friday @ 2:30(he had an awesome adventure)…
2 hours later he was off to Boyscout camp for the weekend…not so much.
The good news…Emma is sleeping through the night (it was like having a new baby!)…
she now thinks that she should sink her tiny teeth into everything that her mouth is near (including my flesh)…not so much.
The good news…the steroid I was on after my anapylaxis last week did not cause me to eat like a pig…
it did however cause some strange emotional reactions (Is crying during the Hannah Montana movie normal?)…not so much.
The good news…the princess and I had a couple of fun girls only nights this past week…
now my sweet girl is getting her HUGE asthmatic cough…really not so much.
On a not so good note: Firehubby went to Seattle to lay his brother, Gary, in his final resting place… tough times.
Really, when you take just this last point into perspective, all of the ins and outs of my week are not so very significant.
I am looking to Paul's example.
Knowing that I have put my hope in the One I can trust, I am striving to find contentment in all circumstances.


