Last night about 11:30, the hubster and I went to check in on Henry, to make sure he wasn’t burning up with fever. He was burning up with fever. We took off his jammies, got him some tylenol and ibuprofen, and a cool drink. I wanted to be sure that his fever went down so we snuggled together, in the big chair in my bedroom, watching Ratatouille. Only Henry calls it Ratatooti. How cute is that? We stayed up until 12:30 snuggling in that chair, watching Ratatooti. At some point I dozed off, but was awakened by a kiss on my cheek and a big grin from that four year old boy.
It was just the type of moment you imagine you’re going to have before you actually have children. Things rarely turn out the way you think it’s going to be. But moments like this are sprinkled into your life, and you appreciate them all the more for their rarity.