Days are funny. We’re all home sick with some, creepy, crawly, stomach bug. Watching my kids vomit for a couple days has affected every fiber of my being. And, although, I wish them abundant health and relief for all that is ailing their little bellies, I’m enjoying nothing to do. We’re coloring, we’re watching Get Smart’s and I Dream of Jeannie’s. I’m making wholesome, organic soup, and I’m wondering …why are we always looking outside our little family for adventure when staying home is so lovely. We are doing absolutely nothing but sipping ginger ale and nibbling on dry toast. I am relieved that this bug has reverted itself to the rear exit and soon hopefully gone for good. I’m looking forward to when we are all feeling better so we can … do nothing.
This has been a little reminder of what is fun about being a family and providing a lovely little home. It’s the little moments filled with wonder that make this short time the little ones are little ones so magical. Great conversations with little open minds. Creativity flowing through messy art projects and cakes in the oven. Picking apples and pears from the tree. At the end of the day, it’s those tiny little moments that add up to what makes me truly happy.
I look at the magnificent little faces that I get to spend my days and I realize that I do live in state of constant, total, amazement – diarrhea or not.
