Because of this, I was forced with going to get blood tests ALL BY MYSELF aaaaaaand (here's the best part) I DIDN'T CRY!
Did you hear that mom? I got blood taken! AND I didn't cry!! (I wanted to though)
The lady gave me a certificate of bravery to show to Phil when he got home from work to show him that I was such a brave girl.
I think I did pretty well. The Lord gave me some pretty unexpected strength when I needed it and I overcame a huge fear of mine! (well, still working on it. Baby steps.)