Miserable

I don't remember much of today.  I was so sick.  Maysen and I were both sick.  Preston took care of us today.  He would bring us water bottles. Maysen would call me when she threw up.  I would drag myself out of bed to clean her bowl and then stumble back to bed.  Not a fun day.

I missed Preston's last t-ball game.  My dad took him for me.  When he came home I heard him yell, "Trophy!"  He was so excited!  He loves it. He loved having his grandpa as his coach.

Preston and his trophy

 Preston reading to Jorja