Now that’s love.
Under most circumstances I’m a “keep your germs to yourself” type girl. I don’t like being sick, I don’t like being around sick people, and I don’t like sharing your germs. However, my nephews and nieces are the exceptions to this.
Side note: I NEVER spell nieces right the first time. I know I’m going to misspell it. I try to think “how do I normally spell it” then spell it the opposite and still misspell it. Every. Single. Time.
For some reason I feel immune to my mini relation’s illnesses. Today Amie and Jesse wanted to go to a prayer meeting at church together and asked if I could watch the kids = no problem. However, this afternoon Amie left a message that Micah has had a low grade fever all day and gave me the option of not watching them if I wanted.
My first thought was that I’ve had my share of illness lately and want nothing to do with their little germ infested selves. But then I thought about my little guy and how cute he is when he’s sick. Micah’s generally good for several hugs, a kiss or two, and some quality cuddles – but when he’s sick he’s just so love-y that it almost hurts.
So, here I am, all of the kidos in bed for the night thinking about how much risk I’m willing to take for these kids. Sure, I’m hoping I won’t get sick, and you better believe I’m going to take some “Airborne” when I get home, but really I’m not too worried about it. When it comes right down to it, if you told me I was guarenteed to pick up what he has, I would probably still come anyway. That’s love.