First Flowers

Malia hasn't been sick, other than having a mild cold here and there, since she was 9 months old, so waking at midnight on Thursday with tummy pains was not something she or I were expecting. I rested in bed with her for about 2 hours with hot water bottles and cuddles while she moaned, wriggled and complained between small naps and just when I thought she was asleep for good, I heard 'it'. The sound of Malia spontaneously vomiting all over her bed. I promise not to get any more graphic than that, but lets just say there was much more of that along with stripping beds, washing sheets, holding foreheads and more until well into the next day.

Malia was miserable (except for the small glimpses of happiness that appeared after each vomit as she declared 'I feel better now'). The next day she laid on her little Care Bears lounge, not wanting to eat and longing for lots of cuddles. I felt so bad for her, so while I was out picking up medicine I bought what I hoped would be better than medicine for an unhappy three year old, a bouquet of happy yellow flowers just for her.

When I got home I gave them to her and said,

"These are some happy flowers to make you smile".

At first she seemed a little confused. Flowers in the house are usually mummy's, but when she realised they were just for she got very excited, exclaiming to her daddy,

"Look! Mummy buyed me flowers to make me happy", with a big smile on her face.

Mission accomplished I guess.

Buying Malia's first bouquet of flowers at the age of three might be setting myself up for something, but at the moment I really don't care. I just love to see her happy and joyful and whilst all it takes to do that is a kiss, a cuddle and a few bright yellow blooms, I'll do it. If only all her future problems would be fixed as easily! Hopefully, they will be.

In the last shot I asked her to show me on her face how the flowers make her feel. Aaaaah, there's my happy little girl. I'm glad to have her back.