Aaron was very happy last Thursday when I asked him if he wanted to come with me to Aldi. I needed a few things, which with Aaron involved would turn into more than just a few things. Shopping, even for groceries, is Aaron’s second favorite thing to do. First on the list, most definitely, is eating out.
But shopping ranks a close second. Aaron sees a store as a huge area of nearly limitless possibilities. When we enter, he is instantly on the prowl for his catch. Will it be gum? A canister of peanuts? Pringles? Croissants? Thick grated cheese…not that thin stuff!! Or will he find an unusual item that he holds up for me…and all within earshot…to see? Like an artichoke or an eggplant or a star fruit!
Stores are just awesome!!
When we exited Aldi, Aaron had captured a large container of mixed nuts and THREE cans of biscuits!!
The biscuit discussion ensued. When would we eat them? For which meal? How many would we fix? Would I eat any? Would Dad eat any? And even when the questions were answered, they must be asked again…and again…and again.
Expected with Aaron, but exhausting.
I told Aaron that we would eat some biscuits on the next day, Friday. Then he plotted and planned at which meal we would eat them, and how many cans would we fix.
“Can we have TWO ?” he asked.
But I assured him that the three of us did not need more than 8 biscuits, so he resigned himself to that reality as Thursday ended and the promise of Biscuit Friday lay ahead.
Before he finally decided to stay IN bed and go to sleep, he had to verify it one more time.
“Mom? Did you say that tomorrow you’re only fixing ONE barrel of biscuits?”
How I love his phrasing of common names! Only Aaron can make a can of biscuits take on a whole new meaning.
“Yes, Aaron,” I answered with a smile. “We only need one barrel of biscuits.”
During that night, Aaron had two seizures while he slept. But he really perked up when he got out of the bed later that morning. In fact, he talked and talked and talked as he followed me around the house. I was so saturated with his chatter and endless questions that I was in need of some relief.
I agreed when he asked if we could have some biscuits for lunch instead of waiting for supper. He put three biscuits on his plate when they were ready.
He was SO happy! Look at his face as we settled in to watch a Little House on The Prairie episode, and he had his plate full of biscuits. Pure delight!
Later, I was very thankful for that moment. Aaron had another seizure that evening around the time we would have been eating supper. After awhile, when he was alert, he didn’t feel like eating any more biscuits. His appetite is usually ruined right after seizures. It always makes me sad when his seizures mess up his happy moments. But it was like God gave me that sweet gift of watching the joy of Aaron and his barrel of biscuits earlier in the day, knowing that if we had waited until supper then he would have been sad about missing his biscuits…and so would I.
God’s gifts may seem small sometimes but they’re really not at all. They sure do fill my heart and make me happy. ❤️❤️
And God’s gifts are all around us, every day, if we take the time to look.
Who would have thought that our barrels of biscuits would turn into barrels of blessings?