trying our hardest

Yesterday:

I broke down and made an appointment at the pediatrician.

Appointment at 4:40.

On our way to the appointment, car starts shaking so badly I seriously thought all the wheels were going to fall off as I was driving.

Near tears from frustration and fear, called Parker from the side of the road and explained what was happening.

Was instructed to go to car shop and he would meet me there.

Called Drs office and told them we would not be making it.

As we are pulling out into traffic I say to kids, "Pray we make it to the car place."

When we are about a block away, I hear Easton say, "I am trying my hardest, Mom."

I think he is talking about his coughing and trying to cough not so bad.

I say, "Trying your hardest for what?"

"I am trying my hardest to pray real good so we can make it."

Bless his little heart.

car prognosis: not good. ball bearings. I guess it is good that we didn't make it to the drs and had to pay that money, because now it needs to go to the car. and the kids are acting much perkier today.