Sick-O

Aiden was down-n-out Wednesday & Thursday.  He just stayed in bed, with high fevers and wouldn't eat a thing.  I took him to the doc, but of course, it was just a virus.  In the darkness of Friday morning, he was yelling that he was hungry.  After a 4am breakfast, he was back in all his glory by first lights: singing, flying Matchbox airplanes, and talking non-stop.  He talked all day - right through nap-time and even through me singing the goodnite serenade of "Jesus Loves Me."  At least he was feeling better (or so I had to remind myself throughout the day when I could no longer hear my own thoughts!)