Saturday, October 12, 2013

Awwwww Factor 10

I came home from the hospital yesterday, and I've reclaimed the oversized chair in the living room as my recuperation station.

I was contemplating how close I am to the next dose of pain meds when Small Fry popped into the living room. "Hi, Mama!"

I smiled at her.

"Wewre you sleeping?"

I shook my head.

"Just tiyewrd?"

"Yeah."

"Do you know what I'm gonna do at bedtime tonight? I'm gonna pway fowr you to feel bettewr!"

My heart went all gooshy.

"An' I'm gonna pway fohwr you now, befowre I go back outside to play. Is that okay?" She placed her little hand over mine.

Oh, of course!

"Help Mama's hand..."

"Say 'Dear God,' so he knows you're talking to him," I whispered.

"Deawr God, please help Mama's hand to feel all bettewr so she doesn't huhwrt anymore. Amen." She gave my hand a little squeeze.

I smiled. "Thank you, honey."

"I love you!" she chirped, and scooted outside to play.

2 comments:

  1. There is no better medicine than that. I hope you are on the mend soon.

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  2. OK, that's pretty cute, no matter how bad a mood I'm in.

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