I met a door last night...

Poor Grace. She's had a rough last couple of days. She walked off the bus Friday afternoon with a bad sore throat and high fever. A visit to the Dr. Saturday morning confirmed it. She had strep throat. And if that wasn't enough, she was throwing up through it all. We got her started on antibiotics & she was well enough for the church program on Sunday night. Last night was her school program & she sang her solo beautifully. We were getting in line for cookies & she was cold, so I told her to run back to her class & grab her coat. On her way back, she met the metal door to the gym full-on when someone was headed out. That door has always been an accident waiting to happen; and it did. Thankfully, there was a Dr. and several nurses on hand, so she was well taken of, but she's got quite the "shiner" this morning. I assured her, she's still as beautiful as ever.