She's almost 8, I can't believe it! We had the party this weekend; a house full of little girls and giggles.  It was wonderful.

And yet, illness will not leave our house. The poor hubby is still sick, and I feel terrible for him. But is it awful to say that I'm tired of taking care of sick people? It's been weeks and weeks, and playing the nurse has become a chore. I feel guilty about that, I really do, and yet I am beginning to cringe with every request for tea or medicine. So now I have aired my dirty little secret, and you can see why my postings have been so far between. I did manage, however, to get a book completed (but alas, not bound) for my sweetheart today, so hopefully I'll get a peek or two up soon. Who ever thought flu season would be a great time for a romantic holiday, anyway?