Love Notes From Lana

Last week I got a cold. It wasn't that bad but it has sure lingered and I did lose my voice. It seems to be a trend with me. Once a year I lose my voice. And you would think I would learn.
When I can't talk, I can't yell and when I can't yell, the house is quiet.
On Tuesday morning I woke and could only whisper. All the kids were in my bathroom getting ready for school and someone, I think it was Eddie, was complaining about something. Lana said; "Give mom a break. She can't talk. Take it easy on her."
Lana is my nurturer. I've always tried to avoid labeling my children, but nurturer is a good label and she's good at it. She's little and only 6, but is always aware of who is in need. It made me smile and happy that she was taking care of me in her own, small way.(Translation of above picture: I love my mom she is pretty. I love her so much.)

(I hope you feel better. Is your voice gone?)

As I continued to whisper for a few days, all the children continued to whisper for a few days. I would ask them to do something, and they would reply back in a whisper. I was able to accomplish tasks without being the yell leader. Our home was quiet and peaceful.
And I realized AGAIN, A soft answer turneth away wrath.