A couple of months ago, I hit a new low
{which is one of the reasons I finally headed back to the doctor after years of not going}.
Husby was at work for a 48-hr shift and I was home with my four little ones.
I had a migraine that was so bad…
that my oldest son {age 8} had to make ego waffles for his siblings for dinner
{so embarrassing to admit}….
I found myself running to the toilet to vomit…
I was sure that this was going to be it…
the time that my brain would finally cease and I would die of a brain aneurism or something
{however unrealistic that actually may be}.
My 6 year old, plagued with a look of helplessness and fear, came running…
asking if I was ok.
He took it upon himself to get me a hair tie.
Later that night, after the pain lessened to a point I could tolerate…
my oldest son took me to the prayer box in my bedroom…
with tears in his eyes, he showed me a handwritten letter on a small piece of paper….
a prayer to God,
asking Him to make his mommy feel better.
I was completely overwhelmed and brought to tears with the sheer sweetness of his heart….
that his initial instinct was to pray.
I was crushed,
at the same time…
thinking about the affects this would have on my children….
seeing their mommy so frequently sick with migraines.
What do you get when you combine smooth, chocolatey ice cream with
creamy peanut butter, crunchy Oreos & a drizzle of caramel?
One over-the-top, intoxicatingly delicious… ICE CREAM CAKE!
