My little fella has a cold and I've held him, snuggled on the couch in a blanket, for 2 days. I remember friends telling me about times their kids were sick, and they made it sound awful; but, strangely, I'm enjoying holding him, wiping his wee nose and rubbing his head. We simply stare at each other with no words or sounds, like two souls who were meant to be together.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
First Sniffles
My little fella has a cold and I've held him, snuggled on the couch in a blanket, for 2 days. I remember friends telling me about times their kids were sick, and they made it sound awful; but, strangely, I'm enjoying holding him, wiping his wee nose and rubbing his head. We simply stare at each other with no words or sounds, like two souls who were meant to be together.
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