5:30 AM I get the tap-tap-tap from my son. Only when he lays down with me, I feel the fever burn through the sheets. Great-I inwardly groan. My plans for the day derailed. Sleep did not return. But something else took its place. Despite feeling totally “crabby”, I decided to change my focus.
I’m able to take care of him when he’s sick. And he will get well from whatever virus plagues him. I’m one of the lucky ones. Truthfully, I’m pretty dang fortunate.
So for Wordless Wednesday (well, more like Limited Words Wednesday), I’m turning my crappy “crabby” outlook into a happy “crabby” memory from the beach.