eating with a sick baby in the house
There haven't been many gourmet meals around here. Or even complete meals. It just hasn't mattered as much as...
walking Little Bean up and down the hallways in the middle of the night, propped up on our shoulders so her poor little nose can drain. Or rocking her in the green chair, until she falls asleep on my chest, and I will sit there all night long, holding her, awake so I don't drop her. Or sitting in the steamed-up bathroom, the steam rolling across the shower curtain bar in puffy clouds toward her nose, so it can clear enough that she can drink something.
Rice and vegetables and whatever meat is in the fridge. That's what was in this bowl. I can't describe it. It was good to eat.