May It Come to Pass

Baby’s time at a friend’s 40th birthday party on Friday night has led to her third cold in her first 14 months. We’re fortunate that she is not exposed to the number of microbes she would be if we weren’t able to keep her home all week. Word is that the health aspect of even the very best daycare centers leaves something to be desired, that they are petri dishes in four dimensions. A little of the light has gone out of our princess’s eyes; her nose is running much of the time; and her sneezes are veritable events. It would be a blessing if she were to have healed by the time we leave for our first trip back to New England four days from now. May it come to pass.