A Note of Thanks

...to the wonderful saint who must have prayed my cranky daughter's colic away for the night. Oh thank you, thank you, thank you.

Tonight we had several hours of a sleeping infant, and several hours of an alert, quiet, calm, content, bright eyed girl.

Manna in the desert? Staffs into snakes? Lazarus arises? These are small potatoes compared to an evening of quiet baby.

YAHOO! I'm going to go sleep now....