Just like old times.

The past few days have been a treasure. Serenity has been more like her old self than I had dared to hope for. I am glad, for so many reasons.

A few days ago I overheard my 7 year old tell her cousin how lucky she was to have a new baby sister. Her cousin said, “But you have Serenity!”

Gibson responded with a heavy sigh. “Yes, but every time I come near her she cries.”

It’s true. Up until this week Serenity has been very temperamental. She doesn’t want people to look at her, let alone touch her. But hearing Gibson’s words broke my heart. I hadn’t realized just how much Serenity’s behavior was hurting her siblings.

This week things have been better. She has interacted with her siblings, and laughed more in two days than I’ve seen all month. She has been a joy to be around and behold. She’s not 100% back, but she has been happier these past few days than I would have believed possible in such a short time.

Yesterday we got a fabulous care package from a very sweet mama and her darling girls. I can’t even begin to describe how much thought and effort went into putting this together, but there was something for everyone in the family. Even me. Serenity loves her new books and toys.

We spent so much time outside blowing bubbles.  It was adorable watching Serenity.  She wanted to blow them herself, so she would hold the wand right up next to her lips.  A few times she slipped it inside and then quickly realized that bubbles don’t taste good, not even a little.

In the evening Phil and I took the younger kids to the park.  We brought pizza and Sprite.  The children were pretty much in heaven.