Being sick isn't all bad.
Sure, my head is pounding, my ears throbbing, my throat aching, and my nose dripping. But there are a few things that make it all a bit better.
There's the soup you brought me during your lunch hour.
There's the cuddling from my baby while I lay in my bed.
There's the extra help from my sweet little Brooklyn.
There's the phone calls from my dad where we bond over mutual sickness.
There's the total control over the remote and an excuse to lay on the couch and be as lazy as can be.
While it's nice to be healthy, it's also nice to know there's people around to take care of me and pick up the slack.
I love you.