Caroline woke up coughing last night around 3 a.m. and I spent the next two hours dispensing cough medicine, getting Kleenex, bringing her cups of water and finally, taking her to the bathroom.
Since it is my misfortune that she has inherited her daddy’s propensity for cheeriness in the wee hours of the morning, she was bright as sunshine despite a stopped up nose and a horrendous cough.
As I propped myself up against the wall while she went to the bathroom, she chattered non-stop. Finally she stood up, placed one hand lovingly on the wall and said, “Oh Mama, this color is so pretty. I just love what you’ve done in here.”