Whenever anyone gets hurt around here Annette (my wife) is real good about lovingly putting a bandaid on their boo boo and giving them a nice warm glass of milk and they feel better. Since my fall I have not been feeling too well and stiff and sore.
Adam just came into the bedroom with Abigail trailing behind him. Adam was going to wake me up but I was already awake laying in bed when I heard Abigail say to Adam, "Adam leave daddy alone he is broken" then Adam said, "Maybe we should get him some milk and a bandaid"
I laid in bed a minute with my eyes closed because both Adam and Abigail quietly walked over to my side of the bed pulled the covers up to my shoulder and gently kissed me on the forehead. Making sure that I was fast asleep and ok. Now if that isn't love, what is?
