It's that season again, when I feel like a zombie who's had too much caffeine, so not only am I drug-tired, but am cranky to boot. Allergies.....not for the wimpy, except that I am wimpy. I sneeze, I itch everywhere inside and out, and so I drug up to get through but end up feeling like my head is floating somewhere near Mars, so I then need coffee to bring me back to reality, and too much caffeine makes me crankier than a cornered rattlesnake. And so to counteract that, I indulge in chocolate-anything, and so now I need to run extra hard on the elliptical to burn that off. Except that's not really working since my aging metabolism likes to savor those chocolatey-anthings. And since I'm so tired, my will-power is shot, so I just eat more. So I blame my allergies for more than just my itchy eyes.
On one difficult morning, Little man could see I was having a rough go of it, and took it upon himself to make me breakfast: applesauce, toast with honey and tea. And I looked at him and realized that God does indeed smile down on us and sends us hugs. For me that day, I saw God in my son's sweet smile that brought me this lovingly made gift in bed. Did I still get cranky that day? Probably, but I will never forget that moment I realized that no matter what, we are loved, by our family, and by our God.
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