Sometime in the wee hours of morning Lottie crawled into my bed,
this is kind of a regular occurrence and so I didn't think anything of it.
Soon it was apparent that a fireball was sleeping by my side.
Lottie had an epic fever accompanied by an earth-shattering cough that
woke me up about 600 times between the hours of
3:00 and 6:45 when my alarm went off.
Lucky for me, Mr. Nielson had taken Oliver and
Nicholas to seminary with the girls at 5:30 a.m.
Sometimes the boys like to tag along to get
forgotten homework finished, or play basketball in the gym.
So when my alarm went off at 6:45, I turned it off and
Lottie and I slept until around 11:50, yes you heard me
I said ELEVEN FIFTY!
Lottie woke up with a raging thirst and appetite
and told me she had a dream about beans and rice.
Minutes later we were in the car driving to Chipotle and met
Mr. Nielson for lunch.
Every 15 minutes Lottie would ask me what time it was
then tell me what she'd be doing in her class if she were there.
After lunch as we walked out the door, my eye caught a tree near the storefront.
It had bright pink blossoms popping out of a few of it's branches.
I picked Lottie a sprig and told her Spring came a little
earlier in North Carolina than we are used to.
Mr. Nielson hugged me and told me not to get down
about the spring blossoms yet because
we still have plenty of winter left.
He knows me so well!
It was one of those days that was all together the worst, but
also one of those days that I don't want to ever forget.
