Flu...Shmoo

It started last week with Selah. She had the flu for 5 days, I think. Then I got it over the weekend. Bryson started showing symptoms last night, and Charis just in the last couple of hours. Alan's next, I guess. He's going to Chicago on Thursday, so it'll probably hit him just before he leaves. He has been bringing me potato soup from McAlister's for lunch, and sweet tea too. It's times like this that I realize I take good healthy days for granted!
Selah is such a good care-giver. She always has been. Even when she was just a little toddler, if I was sick she would rub my shoulders and bring me drinks. Mostly she just stays right next to me to provide comfort and make sure I'm alright. Last night she knew my feet were cold, so she sat at the other end of the couch and held my feet under the blanket to make sure they stayed warm. She told me that if I didn't sleep good, she wanted me to wake her up in the middle of the night so she could take care of me. She was pretty insistent. Alan and I use to say "she would make a good nurse... or at least a really great mommy!"
I miss the days of walking around in circles cleaning and cleaning and cleaning. Sitting on the couch is a bore.