There is a subtle sweetness to sick days.
When Daddy has gone to work, and the three of us are at home to snuggle up and be sick together.
Glossy eyes. Messy kisses. Extra tissues.
DVR choices, on repeat. It's nearly intoxicating when all three of want to do nothing. Together.
My comfy chair, filled beyond capacity.
A tangled web of arms and legs under one big blanket.
It's a sweet, subtle passing gift, in its own way.