Well, ’tis the season for germs. And I apparently, have caught them all. I was looking forward to doing some Christmas shopping by taking advantage of the Veteran’s Day sales this weekend, but instead, I am in bed. My husband has dedicated this long weekend to taking care of me. I am a terrible patient, so I feel twice as bad for him.
Being sick slows me down. I guess when I am horizontal I notice more things – like the dust in the sunlight and the laundry piling up. But I also notice other things. Like the love of my husband as he makes me a nice breakfast. I am watching him dance and sing around the kitchen. When he looks up to see me watching him, he flashes his modest ear to ear grin and it melts my heart.
I suppose being sick is a reminder to stop and appreciate what is around. There is always a silver lining….