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Thought.

I want her to feel well enough to play with her blocks so contentedly. To confuse the word “on” and “off.” To demand the “blue” version of everything and anything. To refuse to count using the number four (1-2-3-5!). To ask, “Mommy play blocks! Daddy make airplane!” To not toss and turn in puddles of her sweat as she battles a raging fever. To not cry out in the middle of a sound sleep due to aches and pains.

I want to absorb all the yuck so that she can go back to being our Sunshine, without all the sick baggage.

Annoyance.

We’re down with the sickness (or should I say STILL down with the sickness as we never seem to fully recover before moving on to the next cold or bug). I’m laid out with a sinus infection that hurts so much even my molars ache, while Sunny has 104 degree fever. That leaves James stuck tending to his needy pack of women. Ursa and Hanna included.

The upside of all this snot and restless sleep? The family snuggling.