Henry rested between breathing treatments and doses of medicine for the fever that is still high. Paul made him a fort last night that he wanted to keep up. Only his head would peek out, not much talking, a little smiling, and it aches a little to see this boy who is usually so full of life lay there zapped by sickness.


I kept myself busy on the rug nearby. More dumping, purging, and cleaning. It is spring time.


I love just quick organizing tidbits. My eyes are pleased by the sight of order. Instant gratification.


We took a stroll over to the Farmer’s Market for afternoon sunshine. On my list: kale, onion, garlic, and ginger for our tofu bowls with peanut sauce. Like any good browse, we picked up extras:


Red is still my favorite color.


I am praying for a recovery. But if it is slow, and I get to spend days on end with this little boy, I won’t complain. I actually noticed thoughts today, deep in my gut, about staying home. This is a new dilemma in our lives: who stays home? It’s always been Joe. No question. But now, I am going to admit, I like waking up to find out Joe is busy with a formal observation for student teaching and so I get to step in. A new role for each of us.

2 responses to “Mostly

  1. Rebecca

    Get better soon Henry! Love you auntie Rebecca

  2. I’m praying for a speedy recovery! Sorry Henry is sick. 😦

    Sent from my iPhone


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