I’ve been working at home for two days because Chip has had a fever. He’s not a big TV addict, but yesterday he parked himself in front of the TV and cried when each show ended until I could get a new one on. I think he was using it to distract himself from how crappy he felt.

Today he feels much better, but daycare has a 24 hour rule about fevers so that they can be sure the kids come back when they’re no longer infectious. So it was Chip and I home alone this morning, and it was great. Really the only time he and I get time for just the two of us is when I take him for doctor appointments, and this was much more fun!

He was out in the drenched backyard in his footie PJs at 9, playing with his big brothers’ race cars and other assorted “forbidden” toys, and generally having a fantastic time. But about every 20 or 30 minutes he would crawl up into my lap to talk and get a cuddle.

I am so fortunate to still have a little guy who loves me best. There’s always the chance of grandkids in my future, and my baby sisters are almost 20 years younger than I am and will probably be having kids in the next 10 years, but Chip is my baby.

When he climbs into my lap for a hug, or to ask me if I’m “ha a guud day??” I just cannot believe my good fortune. We worked so long to get a full family, and every day I am reminded that it could have very easily worked out a different way.

Consider this my early “what I am thankful for” post.