This morning, Ruby interrupted my stretching routine.
“Mom, can I have a jalapeno string cheese?”
I smiled. Her appetite is back. Yes! Yes, you can.
Jonathon took her to the doctor yesterday and the diagnosis is most likely flu. She’s got some cough medicine and a penicillin derivative for an infection. Even after one day, she’s feeling better.
I made a smoothie for breakfast. Ruby grabbed her dad’s homemade chicken noodle soup from the fridge. Already, back to her unique sense of taste.
I peeked into the dining room. As I finished up preparing my coffee, I noticed a pile of peas outside the bowl.
Ruby peered into the bowl, fishing out each and every pea.
“I really hate peas,” she informed me.
I chuckled. So do I. In fact, my hatred of peas has near-legendary status from childhood.
She kept ladling them out, freeing them from the constraints of the ceramic vessel. I grabbed a bowl for her.
I started sipping my green, vitamin-packed drink. She spooned up a lingering pea.
“I see you, peas,” she whispered into her bowl. None shall pass.
She’s baaack! Thanks be to God.