Dear Roses, Today You Felt Normal... Again!

Dear Roses,

Today was different.
You smiled a lot without consciously thinking, "I should smile so I don't scare children."
You hummed.
I don't think you swore under your breath at work even once.
In fact, you told so many jokes at work, the gal at the next desk over said she will miss sitting next to you when the company moves to the new office and she has to sit somewhere else.

I think there used to be a time when every day used to be like this.

Today should have been one horrible crummy day since you went to bed late last night and then Younger Son called at 1am to say his car broke down in the pouring rain. Elder Son was able to fetch him and when they both returned home safe, they discovered the basement floor covered in fresh rain water.  The whole family worked to move furniture and sop up the wet until 2:30am; and then all four of you sat in the livingroom talking about cars and "Service Engine" lights and sharing stories of car mishaps from early driving days.  What should have been an awful midnight experience was bonding and sweet.

And when you woke up this morning, you should have felt tired and depressed and miserable, but you didn't.

Today was more than a normal day.
It was a good day.
And that is a miracle considering the day you should have had after the night you had.

Today was the second normal day you've had since adding iodine supplements to your diet to aid your dying thyroid.
I'm convinced those supplements are saving your life.

Thank you for not letting your medical doctor talk you out of them in January.

A toast to you, Roses!
I had missed you terribly.  I look forward to seeing you again and again.