Ahhhh, sweet allergies of life.....

With spring comes something else that's inevitable in my life....allergies. Now, these horrible ailments first showed up in my life at about 9 years of age. They progressively got worse for four or five years, then lessened up. By the time I was married, I had nary a worry that they'd show when this season presented itself....somehow, I thought I'd "outgrown" them.

Well, I was wrong, as I am about many things! I have blamed the past few weeks' symptoms to "a cold I just can't shake," but it dawned on me yesterday as I rubbed my neck, my throat scratchy like sandpaper....could this be.....allergies?? Again? The straggling companion I thought I'd dropped off years ago? He's baaaaack.

I am not one to overmedicate myself.....I will only take Advil or Sudafed if I feel like my head's about to fall off or my body will break into a billion pieces of pain. Honestly, I denied pain meds after my caesarian section because I didn't want their ill-acting side effects....every nurse thought I had gone completely insane. I just know how powerful medicine can be, and I respect it, really respect it, and I don't abuse the stuff. One day when I REALLY need some, it will be able to work that much harder since I won't have a buildup of it already in my system.

So today, spring beckons me to go outdoors. I would love to take my and Gardner's project of dyeing Easter eggs outside, to lessen the mess and risk of toppling dyes on my dining room rug. I would LOOOOVVVVE to cut the grass today....I missed it last year, I really did (Ken made me swear I wouldn't cut the grass while pregnant. I was lucky that I convinced him that it wouldn't wear me out too much to wash my car). I would love to go feed the ducks at the pond, or go out and see what kind of annuals I could plant in my front flower beds. (And then I'd pray they'd live....my thumb is only a remotely pale green, at best).

Will I succomb to the sneezing, itchy eyes, and sore throat that comes with enjoying this bright, bountiful, and beautiful weather? I mean, guys, please...it's still March and they're expecting today to reach 73 degrees. Yes, I think I will take the risk. Or just accept the consequences, to be more accurate. Nothing will keep me from enjoying God's warm sun on my face, coaxing those long-lost freckles out of hiding once more. Nothing could keep me from taking delight in this glorious 0.4 of an acre we live on, relishing its lush green grass thanks to grass seed my husband spread over it last fall. And nothing could bar me from making a tall glass of lemondade and sipping it while I watch my 6-month-old son, who's close to sitting up on his own now, explore grass and dandelion blossoms by the handful.

Thank You, God, for spring. :0)

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ken said…
That's right, thank you God for spring. And for the fact that we can now trade off grass-cutting duties. :)
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