I wanted to post a brilliant lesson I've learned from my kids. I wanted to be eloquent and witty and charming. I wanted to be full of entertaining stories and deeper meanings. But there was a sick little boy who needed me this week. And still needs me now.
And if there's one thing these kids have taught me it's that when you're sick, you need your mommy.
Oh, and you get really cuddly too. With a three year old boy who's NEVER been a cuddlebug, I take it when I can get it.
Oh, AND you know you're experiencing unconditional love when in response to disgusting bodily fluid expulsion, your overwhelming feeling is empathy and sadness and NOT disgust and desire to run the other way.