So today I heard the dreaded words:
â€œThe test shows she does have flu…â€
My only response was, â€œGreat!â€ Even though sheâ€™d been running and playing like nothing was wrong yesterday, today she is weak-eyed and wanting to sit in my lap unless sheâ€™s lying down. Such is parenthood. And it seems that her favorite place to keep her fingertips is in her mouth. So Iâ€™m hoping that no one else gets it. And I’m hoping this works.
But as we sit on the couch together, her older sister comes and hands her a homemade envelope. On the outside it reads, â€œJust thought you needed a little love. Hope you feel better.â€ And on the inside was a heart cutout and colored red.