I just cleaned up vomit in a car seat. At a gas station. Why do car seat covers have to be so complicated to get off? And how come there's so many nooks and crannies throw up can get into? And how come gas stations don't have plastic knives? Fortunately, Alivia seems fine now. Gotta love telling a bare child to stand still half a dozen times in a discreet place in the van so as not to expose her to unsuspecting gas pumpers. In my defense, I've had plenty of experience with sickies puking all over the fresh donned clothes after you get the soiled ones off. So I'm learning, and I allowed her to stand there naked while I cleaned up the nasty car seat. But the crazy "sick" girl kept climbing all over the seats with newfound energy and freedom from the restraints of her car seat. I hope it's out of her system. And I hope we can get to our friends' house in one piece and have no other dealings of this nature with any other kiddos.
We're heading to Ohio for the funeral of a dear sweet friend of ours. Her and her husband took us under their wings and included us in their family while we loved in Ohio while Louis was in seminary. They were our people. Our family when we had no one close. They included us at family cookouts, golf games, Sunday dinners, and football games. We got close to them and their kids and grandkids. Oh how we loved being part of their lives. It hit me hard to hear Dixie had died. I know that there's better life waiting on us. But man, it's so hard losing a loved one.
