You know “those” days. When you wake up a little grumpy (some in my house might argue for a lot grumpy). When it’s cold and rainy. Where you act as mature as your four year old. When you’re totally derailed by yucky news. Well, they happen on grand adventures, too.
This morning, Molly and I got into it over her reading work. I did not act like the Mommy. (We both took a nap — snuggled up together — and all is well.)
Then I found out that my friend Lisa’s daughter was in the ER last night and had three seizures. They are home now and waiting on results, so please pray for complete healing.
Today wasn’t all bad, of course. We went to the library, and ate Indian food, read Alice though the Looking Glass, and prayed four our sweet little friend. But these are the types of days that can make home seem very far away. I told the girls at bedtime tonight that I’d like a “do-over” tomorrow. They told me they were fine with that.
Nonetheless, when I went in to kiss them goodnight a few minutes ago, I found this at one end of Molly’s bed
and this at the other
So, I’ll end my day on that note and take tomorrow as a new gift.