That Would Be So Fun
I barely made it through today. The whole family is sick, and we have not gotten enough sleep the past few nights. It’s been rough to say the least.
I thought about the long drive ahead of me, as I left work. How I just wanted a bed to sleep in. Today is usually a library day for Braeden and I, but just I couldn’t do it. When we arrived home, I was ready for dinner; shortly followed by bed.
The thought of making dinner put me closer to sleep. So I went ahead and ordered pizza. What would I do without pizza delivery? Defeated, I lay on the couch with a big oomph!
Pitter patter, pitter patter. I open my eyes to Braeden standing right in front of me.
“Can we go outside?” “Can we…eat pizza outside?” “Can we use great-grandma’s table?” “Mom?”
Slowly I rose from the couch that began to engulf me. I got down on his level, getting ready to tell him how sick and tired I felt. He placed his hands gently on my cheeks. “Can we eat dinner outside?” “Mom, that would be so fun.”
His words. His voice. His face.
I simply couldn’t say no.