At Home

We are sick. We are coughing, aching, sniffling, dripping sick. Our voices are getting gravely. My energy has disappeared. It is miserable.

And yet, I keep thinking how thankful I am that we're not in the hospital.

It was this week last year that Topher was in the hospital with RSV. That was such a long, awful, scary week. His recovery was slow and he still is the first one to catch whatever respiratory illness is going around. But he recovered. And we're sick, but we're sick in our own home. and for that I'm exceptionally thankful.