I love it when my kids are sick.
Not that I like them being sick–I wish I could take away their fevers and coughs and icky green-snotty noses.
But I like them staying home from school and wearing cozy PJs and sleeping on my lap. And I kiss their foreheads and bring them juice with straws and popsicles. And they let me fuss over them.
And I cancel all of my appointments and sit and watch them sleep. Like E is doing right now. Curled up on John’s side of our big bed with her favorite quilt.