Because It Hurts to Talk…Literally

I don’t know why I’ve been getting sick every 3 weeks. Or has it even been more often than that? I can’t keep track anymore.

It seems these days it is always something.

Believe me, I wish it weren’t so.

I hate being sick. I hate having to sit on the couch all weekend like a blob unable to take care of our baby girl. I understand how much pressure that puts on you to have to care for her and me continually without a break for yourself.

And I appreciate it. I really really do.

I know you’re frustrated. So am I.

But, thank you.

For letting care overpower the annoyance. And love overpower frustration.

I love you.