Sick

Everyone is getting sick! Don't get by Sam, Maurianne, Dad, Mom, or Rosalie. Maurianne seems to be the worst. The doctor told her that she has Type A flu. I tried to get her to come home. I thought she would enjoy the "sick" books and the "sick" blanket. But I guess she would rather be miserable in her own bed. Be sure to take your vitamins everyday! I'm spraying Lysol all over the place in the hope that Heather and Graham won't catch what we have.

I can hardly contain myself for joy! I stepped outside for a moment to feel the warm afternoon sunshine (it's probably about 50 degrees!) and saw that the snowbanks had receded about a foot from the sidewalk and flower beds. I glanced at the dirt as I walked by, then turned, blinked, and looked again. Small sprigs of greenery are bravely poking through the winter soil of the wintry day, which is, incidently, descending to a close. What is it? What can this mean? Is it possible that spring will actually come this year, as it has each year in my life's memory? Yes! They are the unmistakable first small shoots of those most marvelous and anticipated purple, yellow, and while crocus flowers! God is in His Heaven, and all is right with the world.

Happy Birthday!!

(We're ready, Mr. Music . . . ) Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Heather and David. Happy Birthday to you!! (Don't forget to sing the high soprano part on the last phrase.) Ah yes, February 6th is here again. One of our favorite days of the year. What would we do without Heather and David in the family?