Pick Me Up

God always knows when I need a little extra love. I shouldn't be surprised or amazed by this any more. He has been taking care of me for 34 years now. (OOOPS, Did I just tell me age? :)

The past few days I haven't felt the greatest. The couch and my bed have been my best friend. Today I was determined to kick this cold in the butt and make it vacate my body. I dropped the girls off at school, the boys off at home-school group and headed to the gym. I was going to sweat out all the germs I could. I did a mild workout and took my time showering and getting ready to pick up the boys. It was a nice peaceful morning. Except for this cough that sounds so much worse than it is. You know the kind where you turn around and look at the person and think 'Oh, poor girl, she should be home in bed.' Yep that would be me today!

But as the day pressed on and I checked a few things off my to do list I began to feel icky again. So I decided the computer and I would become one. I would work on those things that I always put off and never get to. Like announcements on the FMWCN page. As I was working I heard a little knock at the front door. That is my cue that it is kids and my kids will take care of it.

After a few knocks I get up to answer the door wondering where my children are. It was our newest neighbors oldest son. He came carrying cookies for, as he put it, OUR WHOLE FAMILY. He then asked if my two sons who were playing with them could have a cookie. I said sure. The neighbor boy took two cookies off the plate and took them to my boys. I brought the plate of cookies inside and I couldn't resist them. I had to have one and then another. A few minutes later I hear the same knock. I get up to answer the door again and it was the neighbor boy who explained that he was suppose to take his plate home. I gave him his plate and told him the cookies are yummy. He looked at me in shock that I would eat one of them. He gave me that look that all kids give parents when we eat the good stuff. That 'HEY THAT'S MINE!' look.

Wouldn't you know it? A few minutes later there is another knock at the door. This time I can hear kids running around in the front and figure that whoever is knocking will get help from them. I am, after all, trying to become one with the computer. The knocking continues and I once again get up to see who it is. This time I find the neighbors middle son at my door. Before I could even get the door open all the way he yells "I WANT MORE COOKIES!" His mom had told him no more until after dinner so he thought he would come and see if I would give him any. How cute is that?

As I sat back down to continue my quest to become one with the computer I couldn't help but feel so loved. Our neighbor baked cookies and thought of me. She didn't have to do that. She did out of the kindness of her heart. It helped me to see the funny conversation I had with her son who wanted more cookies and helped me to see that even when I don't feel it God is watching out for me and nudging me to embrace each and every moment that I have. Becoming one with the computer will have to wait for another day. I'm going to sit and laugh at the children as they run around and act silly. Some days there is nothing better than laughter. It is good for your soul.