And, honestly, for that I am grateful.
Kids are still kids.
They have needs. They tell jokes. They fight.
They are so dag-on cute.
Food still has to be cooked. And eaten!
And even though my docs have pretty much said coffee can't go on (too stimulating for the brain--among a million other things, it seems, are not great for my particular brand of seizure)...hot cocoa can!
And small blessings like snowflakes still fall!