I get migraines. I abhor them with every fiber of my being. I know what causes them, but as long as I am alive, I will not be able to avoid them altogether.
Today, I went in for a shot. My mom came out to supervise the children's schooling. She stayed until she knew I could function. I still spent most of the day in bed. This is the view from my horizontal position:
I did manage to catch what Gramma and the kids were up to outside:
They were making a snow dad for Murray who arrived home that night from a business trip to Tulsa.
Because we remember moments, not days...