Home in Bed

Poor David, he's one sick lad. He was in the kitchen puttering at 4 a.m., making tea for his exceedingly sore throat. When I went in to check on him, laying my hand on his forehead and neck, he was burning up. I suspect strep throat -- he's going to try to get in to see the doctor today. This picture reminded me of him, and also of how I feel inside (still) when one of my boys isn't feeling well: tender, wanting to help, wanting to cuddle and cure with Mom-hugs, wanting to tuck a blanket around him. I hope he decided to call in sick, because he certainly IS. I might bring home some egg drop soup for him. [photo from TOAST magazine]