The whole family has been sick over the last few days. The Boy got it first and recovered first, which means he's been insanely bored with the rest of us today. The Girl came down with it yesterday afternoon and has been possibly the most pathetic sick person ever. With dark circles under her eyes and unkempt hair, she reminded me of the waif from Les Miserables (you had that T-shirt in the 80s, right?).
The two of us spent a lot of today together in varying stages of sleep (and, on her part, doing a fair bit of weeping). But tonight, the tide has turned, and I think she's finally on the mend.
As I laid in her bed with her to say goodnight, I told her, "I love you."
She fumbled with her fingers, working to make a heart shape. "I heart on you too," she said, with a smile. "I made that up," she added.
"I like it," I said.
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