I think I've read Harry the Dirty Dog twenty times today. And caressed hot foreheads even more.

I never expected the quiet, serene atmosphere in my home these past days from illness. Life has slowed down almost to a complete halt while children abandon toys, running, and play for rest, closeness, and stories.

Although I dread sickness entering our fast-paced little world here, it forces me to sit on the couch much of the day and just be with my children, while life moves on without us.

I kinda like that for a change.