Real Fly.

Who would have thought, it took, of all God’s creatures, a fly to save me in my distress?
well not exactly locked-in-a-tower-with-no-tv type thing, but more like the daily major stresses in life, feeding Vanora.
gosh, how an angel can be so difficult when it comes to something i am so passionate about, is beyond me. (although all who know me from young, could probably related experiences with me and food in my wee lil lass’ days).
it was especially bad today, as for the second time in 2 months i was getting a viral URTI (flu bug), and i was just drained of energy from fasting and just being with Vanny. and she was especially difficult today.
after 45 minutes with still half to go, in desperation, i went to my bed and lay there. i just asked for strength, wisdom, everything i could think of, to battle this day.
i walked back to the kitchen for another round of insane feeding, when mom saw a fly waltz into the food. oh that’s it, none of this is going into her mouth! so i threw it all away.
my mom said that Vanny should thank the fly she doesn’t have to eat anymore, but i’ll bet i’m the more grateful one.
just thought i should blog it before i forget, or collapse.
ciao!

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