comfort

Yesterday was a bad day. Nothing really bad....just lots of little annoying things happened, which, when built up, amounted to a frustrated Weed. At dinner last night my husband was trying to cheer me up, which usually doesn't work, but he always tries, bless his heart.

Then he said to Rachel, "Rachel, what should we do to help Mommy get happy?"

She thought a minute, looking at me.

With a big smile and her two year old confidence she declared, "A KWEENEX!"

I started to laugh, and it was just what I needed to pull me out of my funk. See, anytime Rachel starts to get sad about something, she says she needs a kleenex. Whether she's crying or not, a kleenex always makes her feel better. So what else would she think of to make her Mommy feel better!? Of course! A kleenex brings everyone comfort, doesn't it?