Hey Santa!

Hey Santa,

Do I get to write a letter to you? Pretty please? I know I'm 37 years old, but I think I could write one more. We've had a lot of great things happen this year. It's been wonderful. But if you are reading, I want a healthy husband for Christmas***. He's been good this year. Really. I promise.

I'd sure appreciate it.

Love,
Rhonda

***Trav was diagnosed with pneumonia today. He is on antibiotics. Hopefully he will turn the corner very, very soon. Grammy came over and took care of Grace and Carson until I got home from work. Then Carson and I were off to his Sunday School program practice and then his blood draw. He was such a trooper and the lab draw was great on the first stick (even without the numbing cream that I forgot at home!). Carson didn't cry and of course, had to watch the whole thing. We quickly went to ToysRUs, bought Grace's Christmas presents and then home. When we walked through the door at 8:45 I was thrilled to be home. Now I need to pack for Carson's swimming trip at school tomorrow and get his homework together. Bed will feel very, very good tonight. Send healing and healthy prayers to Trav!