Mar 20, 2013
little bites of happy
My Dad was admitted to hospital yesterday, unresponsive and out of it. They were about to call us all in when he rallied. He's a fighter, that one. Things are still dire though. So when days are black and I need 3 shots of tequila to even sleep, I like to think about happy things.
Like the pre-dawn thump at the end of the bed that signals Grace has arrived. She walks to my side and tosses her three stuffed lions up onto the bed. They usually hit me in the face and I am awake. I put out an arm to help and a small, stick-limbed person clambers up and into the bed. She uses her tiny pointy elbows to maneuver me aside until our heads like side by side on my pillow. I take her small hand in mine and trace each finger in the half light. I touch her little soft cheek as she chatters.
And all is good in my world.
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