There's nothing like waking up any day with a raging cough a fever. It really stinks when it happens on Valentine's Day. We don't normally plan much for V-day nor did we today but Sarah caught one of the bugs going around and it pretty much laid her flat today. I stuck around for half the morning to keep an eye on her. In a drowsy state she directed me to a little white box she'd been hiding in a bathroom cabinet. I opened it and saw this:
They cheesy and geologically minded nature of it made me grin from ear to ear. She's my special girl and if anything, she rocks. Nevertheless, my gift to her is [hopefully] being a loving husband who takes care of her the best way he knows how so she gets better fast. I can't stand to see my girl sick. No matter what day it is.