A Spoonful of Love

One Saturday morning a few weeks ago I was busy working on the computer when Abby came in my room and asked me to get her some breakfast. I stood up and started after her only to find that my right foot was asleep.  I turned it backwards, something popped, and I went down.

“Nana,” Abby said, “You get back on the bed. I know just what to do.”

She disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a small sandwich size bag full of ice.  She placed it on my foot and told me to keep it there. For a five year old her nursing skills are pretty good!

Tonight I have some sort of virus that’s causing me to feel achy and feverish. I shut my bedroom door to keep from exposing the rest of the family to whatever I have but a few minutes ago the door flew open and in runs my sunshine girl with a bag of ice.

“Put this on your head, Nana, and you’ll feel better,” she says.

The ice may not do much but just having Abby around is the best medicine I can think of.