Its the small things

I tell him my stomach hurts. I feel like throwing up. I think its the milk I put in the mashed potatoes.

"Does your stomach hurt too?" I ask.

He says he feels fine, so it can't be the milk. After all, he ate the potatoes too.

I am whining now.

"I really don't feel well"

"You should go lay down and take some Advil," he advises.

I pout. I dont want to go lay down. I'd rather complain. He smiles and asks if he can come sit with me for awhile until I fall asleep. My happiness is offset by the fact that my stomach is churning. I nod my head yes and he follows me into my room.

"Do you want some Advil?" he asks.

I shake my head "no" and then try to get comfortable.

"Can the kitties come in?" he wonders.

He gets up to open the door to my room and carries Milo onto the bed. I smile. He smiles. I think even Milo is smiling. He reads and I close my eyes. I think of how great this gesture is. And then, peace.