I sink into the pillow top mattress and pull the covers up to my chin. I wince at the pain that comes when I swallow and hope that the medicine and a good nap will help feel better.
I hear the footsteps before I see the door open.
In steps my husband. In his arms my girl is grinning at me. “I rest with Mommy.”
I know I shouldn’t get too close to her, but I can’ t pass up the offer. I throw back the covers and pat the bed. “OK, sweetie. You can come lay down with Mommy.”
Craig plants kisses on both of our foreheads and heads for the door with instructions to yell when she’s done “resting”. Just as he closes the door, Chessa sits straight up and swings her legs off the bed.
“Chessa get you a donut, Mommy. Make you feel better.”
I grin and kiss her goodbye.
I never did get my donut.