I'm sick.

I'm sick and I want my mommy.  I don't feel good and all I want is to lie in my cozy bed, keep my restroom nearby, drink 7up and eat cherry popsicles, and talk to my friends who live in the computer.  I'm almost 23 years old, and last night, I sent a text message to my mommy, who was just upstairs, "Need you please help".  And she came downstairs and sat with me while some medicine kicked in that made me feel better and feel sleepy.  Today, when I had responsibilities to attend to that were just too much, she was there to help me out.

(I'll spare you the picture of me in my sad, pathetic, sick state.)

I'm Katie.  I'm going to be 23 years old in less than a month.  I'm sick... it's nothing big, just a nasty stomach virus, but it doesn't feel so good... and I just want my mommy.

This is Katie.

She was very sick, and she wanted her mommy.  Her mommy was right there holding her close.  What a blessed little bird.

This was Katie.

For over nine years, Katie was very, very sick... and she wanted her Mommy.

Or she would have, if she knew what one was.




Blessed, aren't we?  Who can call our Mommies when we're sick?  Who have someone to bring us all the red popsicles and medicine we need?

Today I'm sick.  And today I'm giving thanks.