
You might be wondering what could purple pajamas and pancakes have to do with each other. It's actually a wish I am sending out. This wish is for my aunt who has been sick and in the hospital in China for almost a month now.
Okay, here is how it started. When I was pregnant with E, I was pretty sick. Even though I wasn't feeling my best, my mom and I had to go up and see my grandma since she was, well, dying. I was a little nervous about how the trip would go. Luckily, we stayed at my aunt and uncle's house. It made the trip pleasant.
To get ready for the trip I needed to buy pajamas that would fit over my belly. I went to the store and found some purple pajamas. The jamas are cut like the picture, but mine are pale purple and jersey knit. I have decided that they are probably not the cutest, BUT they are so comfortable! I felt like it was a brief release from all my physical misery every time I put on those pajamas.
So, there I was hanging out at my aunt and uncle's in my comfortable jammies in the morning. I decided to walk up stairs and see what was going on. Well, my aunt had made me pancakes for breakfast. I feel bad admitting this, but I don't like pancakes. I decided that I could handle pancakes for one day. I smiled and ate the pancakes, and they tasted great! In fact it was the best thing I had tasted in months. My aunt knew how much I enjoyed the pancakes, she made them every morning I was there.
Every day of the trip I had my purple pajamas and pancakes to look forward to. Plus, my aunt and I would visit each morning as a sat in my jammies eating pancakes. This helped make a not so pleasant experience, have some bright moments.
So, Aunt Anne, hope you have the equivalent of purple pajamas and pancakes during your hospital stay. Luckily, you have Sue-anne. She had me laughing most of the time we spend at the hospital visiting grandma. I am sure she can bring a smile to your face too!
5 comments:
Hope she feels better! I am so wishing I had a pair of those jammies right now! Just to see how they feel!
I have never liked pancakes either...in fact I think I have only made them once in my life...my poor deprived children!
That is a very sweet story.
Hey, Karen, I am out of the hospital and was even glad to walk back to our apartment in the sweltering heat.
Aunt Anne
Granny might enjoy French Toast more than the pancakes...
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