We're all sick - well not all of us but enough to make it a Hopkins epidemic. It's no fun having sick babies but it's even worse when the mom and grandma are sick. I've lost my voice and can't tell where to find it. I actually feel just fine but can't make a sound, just a whisper. This is not good since my job is all about talking. I've rested today and have high hopes and faith that I'll speak tomorrow... if not - I have a white board and erasable marker and my Weight Watcher meetings will be great adventures in charades and mind reading.
I'm reminded that the song is true, "Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got till it's gone." Wouldn't it be terrible if we couldn't speak? We had stake conference today and I was surprised how disconnected I felt because I couldn't communicate. I'll try to remember when I'm having a bad day but still have my voice that life is good. For now - I'm thankful for this blog where I can still speak!