I nearly died.
Somewhere between coughing all night and my kids waking me up when I *could* sleep, it was a near homicide.
Before I go any further let me make sure I’m clear that I’m NOT COMPLAINING.
Yes, I’m complaining about the snot, phlegm, hacking, ear-popping, and other disease festivities.
But never the steps that led to it.
The hug after hug after hug.
Too many kissed cheeks to count.
Hands held and clenched as words were said and NOT said.
Faces pressed close as memories were captured.
I’ll never complain about those.