That is one of my dear hubby's favourite sayings. I am sitting here tonight with my laptop, in bed as H is working late. I have the alarm system on (yeah, we live in a crime ridden country) and I am praying that once he finishes his work, he gets home safely. I am also getting up every 30 minutes or so to tend to a niggly Little man L who seems to be getting a cold. I have just propped up his matres and have already given him some paracetamol and nose decongestant. And I am so worried about him. My regular readers will know that this poor child is my little weak birdie - he is always the one that gets sick, he is also the low muscle tone and eye problems. A cold will turn into more in no time.
And then I think of how Jessica Kate must be feeling tonight A piece of her heart is dying - little Tuesday is dying. Please pray for the family.
Edit to add: I have just learnt that Tuesday passed away last night.