About this point, while looking at a very stricken looking man in the picture near death, Faith coughed. Here eyes widened to full doe capacity and she asked with a bit of fear in her voice "Why am I very very sick?" I reassured her immediately that God had not stricken her, she merely had a bit of phglem in her throat.
Later that evening, after Faith had fallen asleep she cried out for Mommy, Daddy! She was very scared. I was alarmed by her moving into the stage where she is having vivid nightmares. As soon as I got to her side she said "Danny has fallen!" No, I said, Danny was safe in the crib (an unusual punishment for him for having gotten out of his big boy bed so much during the middle of the night and crawling into bed with us, he loves cuddling). "Danny fell out of the crib." The earnestness in her voice nearly convinced me to go and check on him even though I knew he was safe asleep. I then had some tender moments with my little one assuring her that Mommy and Daddy were always close to save her and her brother. Oh I love my little girl.