Silver Linings (53/60)

Fall has officially come to my yard. When I walk out the back door, the air smells of falling leaves, chilled earth, and warm sun. If you could bottle autumn it would be my favorite perfume . . . ever.

So poor Piper, while feeling much much better, woke this morning feeling shaky and weak after not really eating for four days. I let her doze on the couch for a few hours this morning instead of rushing off to school. We were both trying to figure out how she could go feeling so exhausted and weak, when I realized that there really isn't any reason she did have to go. She could just make it up.

She missed the first two periods and by the time her lunch rolled around, she was actually hungry (for Mexican--I know crazy huh?) so we sped off, got her food (which she devoured) and dropped her off for the last two periods of school.

After I dropped her off, I called Henry (there was another shooting at his school . . . so so sad) to see how he was holding up. He told me, Mom, I'm feeling so much better . . . no barfs since Saturday!

I said, Wait, I was calling about the shooting, what barf?

Oh, it turns out he had the same thing as Piper (only it was more the bottom half--TMI). Poor Henry, he's been sick every three weeks since he got married. And Henry is NEVER sick.

When I said, Shesh, Hen, you've been getting your fair share of sick this year . . ..

He said, Well, Mama the good part is, I'm getting skinny again! My chubby flubs are melting off me.

And he's right. I've had a bit of a stomach thing going on for the last little bit (food just doesn't taste good) and I did think, well, the upside is, I'm not devouring everything I can like usual. Even if everything tastes like dust, at least I'm looking (slightly) leaner.

So here's to those crazy things in life that we really don't want to deal with or asked for but are with us anyways . . . here's too looking for and (hopefully) finding the silver linings in our lives.

Tonight, as I had to drive Piper all over the place to get picked up from gymnastics and brought to an activity . . . all the while I was feeling a wee bit hungry . . . but on my drive back, the moon, massive in the sky rose over the mountains and literally took my breath away. I was filled with wonder and awe and magic that only comes when Nature gives you a little show.

If I weren't running around for Piper, I would have never seen it. And, I'll be honest, it was just what I needed to give me energy to finish up this day.

So Silver Linings I'm looking for you . . .

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