Numbers

:: 18 are the days we have been fighting sickness in this house.

::  12 are the washcloths that, for the first time ever, had to all be washed together...

::  4 are the feverish brows these washcloths soothed

::  8 are the boxes of tissues we have used (though some (aka Ben) say I have used) in these past two weeks.

::  2 are the bathrooms that were in desperate need of cleaning

::  10 (more or less) the loads of laundry that have been needed to catch up with life

::  2 are the thermometers we have been using

::  2 are the bottles of ibuprofen we have opened, one was emptied half way through

::  104 was the highest temperature registered by yours truly

::  99 and 100 seem to be the thermometers´ favorite number to show

::  8 are the days my sweet Adriana has been fighting the fevers, just as I did

::  1 is the man who has lovingly cared for me through this ordeal

::  4 are the sweethearts that my heart holds dearly and

::  Countless are the prayers that have been whispered in the dark