A Blessing in Disguise

I started this day grumpy.  I'm knee deep in studying for finals and Harris has been sick for three days.  I will admit that the thought of being stuck inside this house with him again today was more than I could take.  Harris has had diarrhea for three days.  For moms with active 4 year old boys, this is not a pleasant experience.  I rumbled to Scott about being tired of wiping his sore bottom, tired of rubbing Desitin on it while he screams, and mostly just plain T-I-R-E-D!

But as the morning progressed, my heart began to soften.  Somewhere around the 10th time our rocket ship blasted off, I realized what a joy it was to simply be with him.  We saved babies from alien attacks, he gave me a "haircut," we put puzzles together, we had snack after snack, and then we snuggled when it began to thunder.  Before we knew it, it was time to pick the other two Brownings up from carpool.

I wouldn't have changed this day for anything.  And I can't remember why I woke up so irritable.  I am blessed to have had this day with my sweet Harris.  His sickness was indeed a blessing in disguise and I am again overwhelmed by the way my Father provides exactly what I need at exactly the right moment.  And for the record, he hasn't been sick at all today.