A Good Fit

Oliver is sick and has apparently the illness is now rotating relentlessly through our family of five.

Last night he threw up early in the evening and we didn’t catch it until the next morning — it’s almost too gross for words when we realized that he was rolling around in that stuff all night long.

I realized that he won’t be this size forever, so, I’m trying to “enjoy” these moments as best as I possibly can.

His head fits perfectly on my chest right now, a good spot for a sick child. It’s a good fit, always.