Poor little town, poor little family

The flu season this year in our little town has been particularly brutal.  Those in the school system and those in seniors homes bear the brunt of the assault.  We cancelled our marriage prep weekends in February and moved them to April so that we wouldn't have to deal with sick children.  Little did we know that the kids would still be sick come April.  I hesitate to say that we have made it through the worst of it all.  All the kids, with the exception of dear little Isaac, have crossed the river of sickness and are standing in the promised land.  Isaac, however, is still wading toward shore and would appreciate any prayers that you could direct his way.  Thanks.