The girls sprang from their beds this morning, puffy eyes bright and glassy, little noses endearingly crusty and stuffy. I kept them bundled and loved up, trying desperately not to hold them in my arms all day. They were normalish, appetites weaker than usual and a tendency toward falling and slamming abruptly into walls usually reserved for up-past-bedtime romps.
Your comments lifted me, especially the admission from Sam that they might be dipping into cough medicine contra band. To Chelle, Cathy, Sam and Heather, here’s hoping your little ones are feeling better too.
Off to stand by their beds checking their breathing and reverently caressing the swells of their cheeks.