second place

Here is what I wanted to do last night:

--have a nice dinner with josh and huntleigh
--finish a movie I had started a few days ago
--lay on the couch and be lazy
--make my favorite tea and drink as many cups as I could
--go to bed relatively early and read my magazines
--relax

Here is what I did instead:

--got throw up on me
--cleaned up round one of throw up
--watched josh get thrown up on
--cleaned up round two of throw up
--did six loads of laundry
--gave two baths to huntleigh
--cleaned up a kitchen with olive oil all over the floor
--watched huntleigh cry as she was throwing up
--cleaned up rounds 3,4,5,6, & 7 of throw up
--slept on huntleigh's bedroom floor

I am not writing all of this to complain, but rather to process further the fact that I have taken a back seat to my sweet, needy baby who gives me more grief and more joy than I could have ever imagined. No more numero uno for sarah hager. But after all the barf and laundry and clean-up, I got to sing "Jesus I Am Resting" to Huntleigh and she fell asleep in my arms. I would trade first place any time for a moment like that with my daughter.

And today, we are happy and healthy...so far, at least.