At our house, a sneeze is met with a chorus of “Bless You”s. It’s a habit, I suppose, one that makes me stop whatever I’m doing and think, yes, bless us all.
Lately, Avery has begun to fake-sneeze. After a round of “Bless You”s, I’ll hear a little “achoo”, and the blessings start all over again. I don’t mind; in fact, Avery’s new game doubles the number of “Bless You”s flying around the house. With so many of them in the air, I feel blessed, indeed.