It Makes Water Fall out of my Eyes

“And then a throb hits you on the left ide of the head so hard that your head bobs to the right…There’s no way that came from inside your head, you think. That’s no metaphysical crisis. God just punched you in the face.”  ―    Andrew Levy,    A Brain Wider Than the Sky: A Migraine Diary As many of you know, I get three to five migraines a week. My head hurts so often that it now almost seems abnormal to have a clear, pain-free head. Starts with the dancing aura in the corner of my eye, then moves to a full haze. If I’m not fortunate enough to be around ibuprofen or booze, extreme nausea over takes my body. Any slight movement, any light that is on, anything, will expel the sin from the bowels of my stomach. This post isn’t about me, though. This one is about Kennedy. She’s four and half. She’s the most beautiful girl in the world. She has big shoes to fill. Her mother is the most beautiful person in the world. I think Kennedy will give her a run for her money and may even take a slight edge. Her soul is warming and fun-loving. She tries to be funny. “Knock, Knock?” Who’s there? “Banana!” Banana? “Banana you glad I keep saying Banana! Banana!” Then she laughs hysterically. I taught her to laugh at your own jokes no matter what. Even if people don’t think they’re funny it is okay. You tell the joke for your own benefit anyway. She is a sweetheart and ever so curious. When she grows up she wants to be a cooker. That is what her beautiful mother does. She’s a...