OUCH!

We were up in Idaho for a funeral this past week. It came time to get dressed and ready to go. My wonderful hubby was helping iron to get the boys shirts ready and getting them dressed. The shirts were finished, iron unplugged, and we were dressing our handsome boys. Our youngest then walked right over and touched the side of the hot iron. "OUCH", he screamed. I rushed him into the bathroom and ran his fingers under cold water. He cried and cried. This was with less than 10 minutes until we were supposed to leave the hotel.

I grabbed some burn ointment and a band aide at the front desk. Bandaged him up and then strapped him into his car seat. He cried and screamed the entire ride to the cemetery. My husband had to wear earplugs to drive with sanity because it was SO LOUD.

On the way there I prayed that the Lord would give our little guy some peace over this and that the pain would lessen for him. I prayed that our kids would somehow be calm and quiet throughout the funeral.

We arrived (only a couple minutes late) and greeted everyone and took our seats. Our little guy then just stopped crying. To my amazement and due to God's grace, the boys were quiet. I was able to listen to the entire service while holding our youngest in my lap.

It was a beautiful day and wonderful things were said about my husband's grandmother. It really couldn't have been better. She was a great woman and will be missed.