Last night was a long night ... Patrick is either sick or having a reaction to something. He has a temperature, is in obvious pain, and has a good rash covering most of his body.
We have opted to wait and call his doctor ... rather than a hospital run. They will not do any more than we are with medication for the pain and temperature.
But, that is not what I am writing about this morning.
What I want to touch on is ... Happiness.
Children know something about happiness ... the younger they are the more they show a true understanding of happiness. They are often happy for no reason ... their eyes are open and Mama and Papa are there.
I think, in there is something to remember ... sometimes, we need to be happy for no reason. I keep thinking about how easy it is to take the reason that someone is happy.
This all came about, not because of Patrick's issues last night, but because of a few blissful minutes when I got back to the bedroom to find my wife and son asleep on the bed. There was no room for me, except a stretch along the bottom of the bed. So, for about an hour I slept with my feet off the side of the bed, my wife's legs against my hip and my son's hand on my chest. I remember thinking how odd the situation was and how happy I was (in the midst of the "chaos") for that short period.
We have opted to wait and call his doctor ... rather than a hospital run. They will not do any more than we are with medication for the pain and temperature.
But, that is not what I am writing about this morning.
What I want to touch on is ... Happiness.
Children know something about happiness ... the younger they are the more they show a true understanding of happiness. They are often happy for no reason ... their eyes are open and Mama and Papa are there.
I think, in there is something to remember ... sometimes, we need to be happy for no reason. I keep thinking about how easy it is to take the reason that someone is happy.
This all came about, not because of Patrick's issues last night, but because of a few blissful minutes when I got back to the bedroom to find my wife and son asleep on the bed. There was no room for me, except a stretch along the bottom of the bed. So, for about an hour I slept with my feet off the side of the bed, my wife's legs against my hip and my son's hand on my chest. I remember thinking how odd the situation was and how happy I was (in the midst of the "chaos") for that short period.
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