A little under the weather.
A little bit off kilter.
It didn't matter.
It was a stay home day.
We decided a cup of Chai Tea might be just what the doctor ordered.
But even the special tea didn't quite do the trick.
So this mama asked her if she wanted to have her nails done.
I'm not sure when the last time was that I would have done this for her?
She's been doing it right alongside her sisters for a very long time.
Always trying to keep up.
She picked out her favourite colour.
And let me clean her nails.
She let me hold her hands and take off the old polish,
and she rubbed the oil I dropped onto her nails into the cuticles.
She wanted me to paint them ballerina pink.
We didn't talk much.
She watched and I painted.
And I realized...
It was one of the best hours I've spent in an awfully long time.
When I was done, she just looked at her hands and said,
"Mom, I don't think my hands have ever looked this nice before."
And she started to feel a little more like her old self.
So did I.