My turn.

Taylor is sick.
Very sick.
I'll spare you details.

This is the first time in our marriage that I can remember him being sick.
He is usually a champ...he still goes to school and work when he feels gross.
And I'm the exact opposite--the smallest sign of a sickness, and I call it quits. 
I'm such a wuss.

As much as my little heart breaks for him, I am secretly excited that I get to take care of HIM for once.
Instead of the other way around.
When I get sick, he is SUCH a gem, and spoils me.
See here and here.

Finally, I get to return the favor. ;)
But, I'm sure praying for a speedy recovery.
Join me?

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