Rafa hasn't been feeling well lately. Coughing and stuffy nose. Fitful sleep and lots of crying. As a result we haven't been sleeping well also.
Last night after his Dada brushed his teeth, he went to me for some cuddle time. He said:
"I'm shooting hearts at you, Mama. The hearts become smaller and smaller until they can fit into your blood and the hearts go to where you need love."
For me, sick days are never easy. No matter how many times I've been there. The fever watch. The cranky and crying fits. Both us and Rafa. 😁
I'm grateful for God's help through days when we feel most inadequate.
And grateful for sweet words when we need it most. ❤️