Everyone at my house is sick, or to phrase it better, we are all on differnt places on the path to recovery.
It is this that has lead me to be all philosophical by measuring the happiness.
Dry coughs, and sore throats aside we all seem to be happy. Happy to just sit on the couch and drink honey tea, watch tv, and cuddle. Happy to still be in PJ's. Happy to have the animals inside with us where we can see them sleep and have puppy dreams or the cats chase toys mice. Happy to have the pot roast i started before i lost my voice to eat.
Maybe we are all happy because we are suffering this cold/flu together. Or because for the first time in 2 weeks we are all home at the same time. Maybe because family and love will always overcome the smell of Bleach and lysol.
I enjoy moments like this, where happiness can be measured by sweat pants and tshirts, where cuddling with my family on the couch is the highlight of my day.
I love you and I am most happy when i get to spend my days with the whole family sick or not. I love you guys more than i will ever be able to measure :)
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