Last week, I was sick and my mom was here taking care of us.
It was a challenging week, but a good week.
There were morning sessions of bed-head-and-face-squishing.
There were pajamas all day long.
There were puzzles.
And lots and lots and lots of trains.
There were fast food meals
and lots of home-made meals
and tickles around the table.
There were hugs and squishes.
There was rest and recuperation.
There was gratitude for a life of generally good health and
prayers for those who deal with physical and mental illness every day.
All in all... it was a pretty good week.