…sick days. I am not thankful for the illness and symptoms, so much as the beneficial side effects. When one of us is sick, we slow down. We cancel events. We set aside what cannot be done from a reclined position. Today, I could let my middle son do what he would like to do most days–stay in bed. I could do for him what I would like to do most days–help him work ahead. We completed a week’s worth of reading. Each son received my undivided attention for at least an hour. My husband and I escaped for lunch while one slept and the other two worked quietly. Our obligations were only to one another, which meant more got done than usual. I am thankful my son is getting better, and I hope the rest of us stay healthy. Yet, this sick day was the cure we needed to restore well-being!
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