I feel like a big baby, I called into work sick. I can't remember when I did that last. My nose is running and I'm coughing like crazy. Why is it no matter how old I get I still want my mom to make me some soup and tell me everything is going to be fine. What is there about feeling under the weather that makes me want to run and hide under the covers until all is well. Or maybe that's just me. I know when I'm having a bad day physically or mentally (which we all know happen more than the physically!) we need the comforting words and smiles from our moms, sisters, children or friends. . . heck Hanna was patting me on the back last night tell me to "breath granny" between my coughing fits. There is something comforting about the voice of people we love who bring us comfort.
My number one child needs me over in Switzerland not for anything but a hug a smile or a kiss on her forehead but she needs me and that made me feel better tonight. Not because she is struggling with her life just because she needs to feel the comfort we all need when struggling. I wish I could be there for her - to hold her hand and tell her that all will work itself in time. God definitely has a presents in her life and her faith in Him brings me great comfort when I can't be there to hold her. Sometimes we forget to be thankful for the little things that happen in our life that really make a big impact on us . . . like that big hug at the airport that has to last for months and words of encouragement to our friend as they depart to place their father at his final resting spot. Words and small signs of love that we show each other through the day and our lives make more difference than I think we all realize.
I got to see Jess on the "web cam" tonight and she looked beautiful. I will sleep good with the vision of her beautiful face on my mind and remind myself as I drift off to sleep how blessed I am for all the blessing in my life. . . and that alone should make me fell better!