Little Mosey is a sick, sick boy. He's spewing snot ... fevering ... and, still, has the capacity to be the sweetest little man.
Every single time this little guy is sick, he breaks my heart with his stoicism. He is so strong and happy.
I told him tonight, when I was tucking him into bed, that I was so sorry he was sick.
He said to me "Mama, it's not your fault that I'm sick" ... as he gave me a big bear hug.
Dear Lord ... humbling, to say the least.
xoxo
Anna
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