The last few days have been so… blah. Saturday evening, I started feeling bad, and it’s been rough ever since. I haven’t wanted to do anything but lie down in days, and if it were up to me, I’d be in bed.
It’s not up to me, though. I’ve got an energetic 2.5 year old who wants my attention every waking hour of her day, so I must find ways to keep her entertained, and I have to smile my way through. I owe it to her.
The girl loves to be outside, so I drug a lounge chair into the shade yesterday afternoon, and I sat there so she could play in the yard. But she didn’t play in the yard. Instead, she curled up on the chair next to me, and she rubbed my head. We sang all of our favorite songs, and I told her the story of little Little Red Riding Hood again, and she thought it was scary. She only got up to go pick a handful of dandelions for me.
By the time we gathered up our glasses of water and headed inside, I was feeling a little better, refreshed by the sunshine and the sweetest girl I’ve ever met.
She’s the best medicine I could ask for.