A whirlwind visit ended yesterday when we drove the girls to the airport. Cuppa and I came home rather despondent and poopdicated, but when we got a call from Mom to see if we could pick up Nikki Dee at Day Care, where she goes twice a week, we perked up a bit. She was the tonic that the doctor might have ordered for flagging spirits as she screamed our names and ran to us in enthusiastic abandon when we entered her classroom. She jabbered in good spirits all the way home and for as long as we stayed for a brief visit with Mom. What a kid! It's so good to see her feeling better after several sickly and sometimes whiny weeks.
We've all been rather down with it here lately although I keep shaking my head and knocking on wood because I am the only family member not to be overtaken by the cough and cold. I have endured persistent sore throats, but that is not uncommon for me, so I've pretty well been the only semi-healthy person in two families.
So it was that I was facing a dilemma as the darkness began to descend late last Saturday afternoon. We had been having our annual tree-decorating get-together at the kids' place, but it was also Santa parade day in our town, and surely Nikki Dee would like to attend. For sure, Cuppa and Daddy weren't up to it and Thesha hadn't exactly been a picture of health lately either. However, just as I was internally deliberating whether I could manage Nikki Dee on my own, Thesha declared that she felt she should find the energy to take Nikki Dee. I quickly agreed to tag along and help out. I am so glad we both made the effort because the kid loved it, fussing when it was time to leave even though the parade was over.
Main Street always looks fetching at night because they light up the street all year. However, it looked especially inviting just before the parade commenced.
As we settled in and her friend joined her, Nikki Dee, somehow, ended up in his wagon while he stood and roamed. Both were happy with these arrangements.
The parade began and Nikki Dee was in her element. She waved excitedly and rocked in the wagon to the music.
She craned her neck in anticipation of the next float and had a blast.
It was heart-warming and both Mom and I were thrilled that we made the effort.
I'm sure it made Santa's and Missus' day too.