Hey Stinky

You’ve had a fever since Sunday evening, and I’m currently typing this letter to you one-handed because you’re fast asleep on me. This isn’t the first time you’ve ever been sick, nor is it the first time it has happened while your daddy is away, but the “practice” still doesn’t make it any easier on me seeing you in pain. I wanted to write to you and tell you how much fun you’ve had the last few weeks with our little Halloween party and trick-or-treating shenanigans, but it will have to wait until I have access to both hands. For now, I’ll be holding you until you feel better, even if I need to pee and I lose all feeling in my left arm. Tomorrow we’ll have your stories on repeat, we’ll cuddle all day long and I’ll even let you have a popsicle for breakfast (Pedialyte popsicle), anything to get me closer to seeing that beautiful smile and hearing that contagious and mischievous little giggle again.

Love you stinky,

Hurry up and feel better.

Your Mom,

~Melvi