Caught the bug that's been going around the office. (Cough, sniffle, sigh.) Went to bed really early, and burrowed under the blankets.
My four-year-old son, Zach, lifted the blanket. "Mama, what's wrong?"
"I'm sick."
"Ouchie?" he asked. I nodded miserably.
"I kiss it better!" he planted a big one on my forehead. "Still ouchie?"
By that time I was smiling. "Yeah, little bit."
"I give you biiiiiiiiger one!" he said, practically throwing himself on top of me as he tried to kiss, hug and tickle away whatever was bothering me.
And he succeeded. I was still coughing, and congested -- but content.
I love being a Mom.
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