Well, Miles was sick a couple days ago, and now it’s evidently my turn. I woke up this morning coughing and hacking, barely able to muster the willpower to crawl out of bed and stagger to the bathroom. I was pretty groggy when Jaclyn and Miles were headed out the door this morning, but in my semi-conscious state I still heard Jaclyn’s voice. “Say bye to daddy!”
This was quickly accompanied by the sound of Miles’s feet stomping down the hallway to the bedroom. I opened my eyes to find Miles standing next to the bed, his hand outstretched and waving. “Bye-bye! Bye-bye!”
As I mentioned a couple days ago, I hope that Miles knows we’ll take care of him when he’s sick. What I expect less is that he knows how much better he can make us feel when we’re sick.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 