I have not been feeling great over the past week or so. It may be a summer cold. It may be allergies. It may be a respiratory infection. All I know is that coughing and sneezing, watery eyes and runny nose is less than ideal for enjoying beautiful summer days with my two little gals.
Last night I was feeling particularly rough. When we were saying bedtime prayers with Staley, we asked who she wanted to pray for. She immediately replied, "Mommy." Then she asked, "What hurts, Mommy?" I told her, "Nothing hurts. I'm just a little sick." Not convinced, Staley gave me some options. "Does your belly hurt? Does your head hurt?" I reiterated, "I just don't feel very well." Determined that something must hurt, she told me, "Maybe your belly hurts a little." So Staley's bedtime prayer last night was "Dear Jesus. Thank you for today. Thank you for the blessings. And please help Mommy's belly feel better." This morning, I called the doctor's office to see what medications I could take that would be compatible with nursing. Staley was 'reading' on the couch and I was talking with the nurse, going over my symptoms with her. The nurse asked if anything hurt, and I responded that nothing really hurt. From the couch Staley piped up, "Your belly hurts a little."
Last night as I was kissing Staley goodnight, I gave her a kiss on the forehead. She immediately asked, "Did you just give me your germs?"
In sickness and in health, Staley always seems to make me laugh.