Broken.

Last night Hallie and I prayed that Dave would feel better and quickly get over his sickness. It was pretty cute - God, help daddy stop coughing. Amen.

Dave finally scooted in the door around 1am or so last night from working. He was burning hot with fever and sounded terrible. I heard him locate and make use of the medicine I set out for him and he climbed into bed.

It was nice. I was cold and he was my own personal furnance.

Until this morning, when his fever broke.

Thank you God.