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