Magic touch....

It's going around...it's everywhere.

He's sick.

The school nurse called and I headed her beacon call.  On the advice of my own Mama, Doctor's appointment made and completed.

Done.

"Eben does your throat hurt when you swallow?"

"Nope."

"Eben do these golf ball sized lymph nodes hurt when I press on them?"

"Nope."

"Just watch him for a day or so, if he gets worse bring him in tomorrow. "

And so I will.

As Fran and I made dinner, Eben lay swaddled in the blankets of his makeshift bed in the living room.  Under the glow of the newly erected Christmas tree he watched Rudolph for the 3rd time in 2 days.  All the while wiping a runny nose on his sleeve.  Medicated and bathed, he tried more than once to convince me that he was feeling better. His rosy cheeks though, told a different tale.  

I picked him up from the floor and held him in my arms.
 
I asked. "What would make you feel better, my boy?"

"Snuggles." he replied.

So here I lay( for the past two hours actually) hand on his back, feeling each rise and listening to the frequency of croupy coughs escaping his little chapped lips dwindle. His temperature has broken and his cheeks have returned to their rightful pink hue. 

My love is finally asleep.