Fly Me To The Moon

Viola has been teething for two days.

Teething means a perfectly lovely baby turning into something that is a little (a lot) less than perfect. Teething means forty-eight minutes of sleep in twenty-four hours. Teething means that when Riley walks in the door from work I grab the keys, the non-crying child (yes, in this scenario my three year old is the easy one) and run as far away as I possibly can. Yesterday, "as far away as I possibly can" was Walgreens and the library. Margaret thought it was quite the adventure.  At Walgreen's we got a years supply of baby Tylenol (DRUGS!) and as much ice cream as the two of us could carry to the car. Her face was smeared in the stuff before we pulled out of the parking lot. She now thinks the pharmacy is the source of all happiness in this life. She may not be wrong. (Just kidding. Really. I don't abuse prescription or over the counter drugs. Just ice cream.)

And then to the library to return two overdue books. Not just a few days late books. No, these were of the fifty dollar fine and letter from a collection agency variety of overdue. (Sorry, Riley). The little girl held my hand as we walked into the building.

OH MOMMY! I LOVE THE LIBRARY! LOOK AT THAT GIRL SHE HAS BEAUTIFUL HAIR! I LOVE GIRLS WITH BEAUTIFUL HAIR IN THE LIBRARY! I AM SO HAPPY!

The books had been returned and the ice cream was melting in the car. It was time to go home. We paused outside on the grass. I wasn't ready. Didn't want to go back to the tears I couldn't help and the dishes I hadn't washed. Margaret waited with me and looked up.

MOMMY, LOOK!

A Life Flight helicopter swept over us on the way to the hospital. My heart fell to the ground. I hate seeing those red machines in the air. A piece of someone's family was being flown across the sky because they were hurt and time was so short. It wasn't fair.  Margaret danced beside me and she waved her hands back and forth.

OH MOMMY! A HELICOPTER! IT'S AMAZING! HELLO, HELICOPTER! HELLLLOOOO!!!

I pushed passed the tired and teething and dirty dishes and tried to see the world the way my three year old sees it. I looked up and watched the helicopter begin its descent. A piece of someone's family was being flown across the sky because they were hurt and time was so short. It wasn't fair, that was true. But that helicopter was a blessing. That was true, too. Look at the helicopter, it is amazing. So there with my little chocolate covered girl I thanked God for the little things we can do. For the moments we get to take to the sky.

And then we went home.