I've been at my desk this morning trying to beat an order deadline.
I've been focused and single-minded.
From behind my chair I heard, "Look Noelle."
It was Trouble's voice but I had no idea what she was up to.
I turned to look and I squealed.
Really and truly squealed.
Everyone needs a little Trouble in their lives.
* * *
Trouble just looked out the window and saw that her uncle was on the tractor.
"He's still there!"
"It might be dangerous!"
"I don't think it's dangerous," I reassured her.
"It is to me! Once I got dirt on my shoe!"
"That's dangerous?" I asked.
Apparently it is.
* * *
Jason, the ultrasound tech, and I played with Emily this morning.
We were there about 30 minutes.
Emily was in a good mood for the first 20 minutes but then got tired of posing for pictures.
There's a spot on her heart, and one of her kidneys has a bit too much fluid.
Looks like I'm going to another doctor for another ultrasound.
"Noelle, DON'T WORRY!" is what the ultrasound tech told me.
"She's fine. We're just OCD around here."
To be honest, I'm not worried.
Not even a little bit.
I love her just as she is.