This morning the three boys that were home sick seemed to have turned the corner. They were rambunctious and loud and all over my bed. Yes! They are finally on the tail end of this. Life will be back to normal.
Zach came to me after lunch... "I am burning up." 103.7 ℉ was his temp. Yikes. He sat on my lap and feel asleep. They seem so fragile and vulnerable when they are sick. My poor sweet baby.
He is such a strong boy. He is so independent. I remember when he was a babe, he was the first and only child that chose to be in the crib over in bed with us. I remember feeling so hurt and sad. He has always been so tough. As he fell asleep in my lap, I realized none of my kids are really pint size anymore.
I will miss that. Yet I am so glad that despite of the size of my not so little man that he still comes for a snuggle when he needs one. Hope that doesn't stop too soon.
Jesus, please make my little man feel better soon. Amen.
