We've been reading "Brown Like Me", a book about an adopted little girl in a white family who goes around finding brown things like her. Ezra likes it. And he has started finding brown things like him. He found a brown boy at church, and a big brown man as well. To both he said, 'they're brown like me!' Then one day while having a family snuggle he said, 'mama, you're tan, I'm brown, and papa's red!' Yup. That's pretty much it kiddo.
Tonight I reminded Ezra that even though I was leaving, God would still be with him in his room, so he wouldn't be alone. I tucked him in and shut the door, walked to my room and heard in a very distinct Ezra voice, "God?"
Ezra had been breathing in a very labored way for about 8 hours. We were getting nervous, so Michael took him to urgent care, where we found out he had bronchitis. On the way, Ezra said to Michael, 'papa, thanks for taking me to the doctor.'
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