This morning I woke up took a shower and was getting ready for work. Kyle started asking me something and I tried to answer him and nothing came out. I had no voice. I had a starchy throat last Monday and Tuesday, then Saturday I woke up coughing a little and then Sunday had a full blown coughing fit in the shower. Yesterday when I coughed it would hurt my chest and then I could taste that drainage in back of my throat, YUCK is all I can say about that. So I woke up this morning unable to talk. My coworkers were like doesn't that hurt, I said "no, I just don't have a voice". This afternoon when we were going to Mamie's gymnastics class (pictures to come) I told Kyle if he would drop me off to watch Mamie, then he could go to the store and get potatoes for potato soup and stuff for cornbread, then that is what we would have for supper. He said "that is fine with me". When I was a little girl grandmother Mamie would make me potato soup and cornbread if I wasn't feel so good and it always made me feel so much better. So I fixed yummy cream potato soup and cornbread for dinner. I am not sure how it happens but it does make me feel a little better. Just wish grandmother Mamie was here to fix it for me. It doesn't taste the same. I still don't have my voice back, hopefully tomorrow.
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Oh, I have to share this cute little story Mamie told me last night. Mamie is going to our VBS and this is how the conversation went:
Mamie: Momma guess who I saw today at church?
Me: Who did you you see today at church honey?
Mamie: You know that old man that talks on that stage in big girl church.
Me: "what old man honey".
Mamie: You know that old man that just talks and talks about God and things and walks around talking to everyone
Me: I said "oh you are talking about the preacher"
Mamie: Yea, that is him. I saw him today.
I laughed to myself and thought well I don't think Brother Ronnie is that old, but I guess to a 5 1/2 year old, he is. I just wonder if she thinks I am old......
Another story she told me today when I picked her up from VBS:
Mamie: Momma guess whose hand I got to hold today?
Me: I don't know, tell me.
Mamie: The preachers hand Momma, and he is so nice......
We were walking out and Brother Ronnie was trying to get children to the correct cars and I guess he thought I was a helper and he asked me if I have the correct children for the correct car and I said "oh she belongs to me". He said "oh that is great we got the correct child with the correct parent". You had to be there, but it was funny at the time. It is wild at pick up time. Anyway, Mamie said "momma that is the old man I saw yesterday and the man I got to hold hands with today". She was smiling from ear to ear saying all this. I am so glad that she is able to go to our VBS this week and I am so glad that God called Brother Ronnie to us and I am so glad that Mamie sees him as a wonderful man. When she talks about him she has a huge smile on her face and she just talks and talks about him. When I was a little girl I had a preacher that I looked up to. In fact Brother John married Kyle and I. I loved him so much, I remember looking up to him the very same way Mamie looks up to Brother Ronnie. Big eyes and a huge smile. It can't get any better than that.
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