Che and Ethan rush to check on me.
Our daughter is dressed as a doctor carrying a plastic bag full of bandaids. Che introduces herself as the Doctor and her nephew as her Nurse.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
Freezing under an electric blanket on Memorial Day is not what we had planned but, here I am, chilled, sweating and shivering.
"Tired," I smile because it's impossible to not acknowledge joy when it slaps you in the face, regardless of how you feel.
Ethan writes this down while Che unwraps bandaids.
Our grandson crawls beside me and asks if I'm tired.
"Yep."
He writes it down as Che sticks a bandaid on my arm.
"Are you cold?" he asks, counting the number of blankets Sarah's thrown on top of me.
Ethan has mastered a firm grasp of the obvious and I can't be prouder.
When the examinations over, I'm covered in bandaids but, miraculously, feel better somehow.
The doorbell rings.
Aiden lives two doors down and can't get enough of Che and Ethan.
He's all but moved in though Sarah and I keep throwing him out.
They rush off to play in the backyard.
Sarah sings softly, cooking dinner in the kitchen while I shiver under the blanket.
Life is good!
Even when you feel bad.
