Sick

BG, this is written directly to you.

Yesterday, you were sneezing and had a runny nose, with a bit of a cough. We gave you a bath in a steamy bathroom and put you to bed early. But in the middle of the night, your cough got worse and you developed a fever. You were so sick, it always breaks my heart when you are miserable.

The first time you woke up, you wanted your Mommy. She stayed with you for a while, until you fell back asleep. The second time you woke up, you called for Daddy. I went in your room and you looked up at me and said, "Stay with me, Daddy." It was so sweet. You then proceeded to take off your socks and throw them on the floor, and asked me to cover you up.

After we laid their for a minute and you got all snuggly and warm again under your covers, you said, "Okay, Daddy, go away now."

So I kissed you goodnight (again) and went back to my bed. I left the room, but I never went away. And as you grow older, there will be many times when I can't be there, with you, when you are hurting and need me. But I will never go away. I love you, BG.