It turns out there was an extra present waiting for me under the Christmas tree – a nice, fluffy head cold. In what has surely been my sickliest winter yet, I'm down for the count again. I've been wandering the house in ratty pajamas with a foggy head. Bad timing – the kids are looking for entertainment and the best I can do is pass them the remote.
The only thing that helps when I have a cold like this is lots of rest. Yesterday I waved the white flag of surrender shortly after Mike walked in the door from work. By 6:30 I was in a fresh pair of pj's and snuggled under my covers. Soon after, Elena crawled into bed next to me, Pillow Pet and book in hand. Taking a cue from momma, she'd changed into her jammies and a bathrobe.
"I thought you might like some company," she said.
And you know what? I did. It was a scene straight from what I imagined motherhood might be like, long before I actually became a mother. I was still groggy and stuffy and generally miserable, but I felt better. Misery loves company, I guess, especially when the company is a sweet girl clad in pink kitten jammies.
I forgot to mention the other sweet thing she did for me recently. She knit me this fabulous necklace for Christmas. I wore it the other day and she was thrilled. The thing is, I didn't wear it out of obligation – I really and truly love it.
I smell an Etsy shop in that girl's future.