Saturday evening, the back of my throat was itchy, then I found had a growing sore throat each time I woke with Gavin that night. I hoped it was nothing, but all day yesterday I was a sack of potatoes, laying around the house, trying to keep my eyes open and sniffing. (OK I realize potatoes don't sniff, but work with me here.) Gavin, also, laid around a lot and sniffed. Last night we were both pretty sniffly, only Gavin, who hasn't yet perfected the art of keeping the drips under control, woke up a lot choking and gasping. It was a long, tiring night. My poor baby has a cold. What an injustice!
Yesterday we celebrated Jason's first Father's Day. I was my usual self and didn't get out to get a card, and then with my being sick I didn't feel like sneaking out in the afternoon after church. We went to Meijer's in the evening and I bought him some Goetze's caramels and some Charleston Chews, which (I think) more than made up for no card. It wasn't as cool as my Mother's Day gift, but it was something. (And I must point out that he upgraded his computer a couple weeks ago and called that his Father's Day gift, so I wasn't not buying him a present on purpose!)
You might remember the woman at church who told us one day how happy she was that we were finally having a baby and that she'd been praying for us? Since Gavin was born and we finally returned to church (it took 4 weeks but we finally started back again), we have seen her and her husband nearly every week. They were - are - so happy to see us and the baby each week. They smile and wave and sometimes they even stop by to see him after mass. Recently we sat right in front of them and the woman's face lit up and she was so happy to be able to look at Gavin. It's a really special feeling to have someone be so happy to see you, to be so happy for you, and them being complete strangers makes it all the more special.