Sometimes God gives me a little glimpse into His sense of humor. Why else do we fart? On Monday I had a doctor appointment. I had to take some nice drugs so my sister had to take me. Before we left, for some reason Vahn had bandaids in his pocket. He gave one to me and wanted me to put it in the diaper bag in case I needed it. He is such a sweet guy! We got to the office, I sat down in a chair, and slipped off my shoes. Grace looked down and said my foot was bleeding. I took out a baby wipe and cleaned it up. Grace reminded me of the bandaid. After it was cleaned up, I put the bandaid on. One of those simple times when God reminds me He will always take care of me even if its as simple as a cut on my little toe. Thanks God!