I woke up Thursday morning at 3am in a cold sweat with every inch of my body in pain. My head hurt, my throat hurt, my skin hurt. I think even the sheets on my bed hurt.
I don’t do sick well. When I get sick, I completely shut down. Needless to say, I hate being sick… (I’m not sure that had to be said, does anyone like being sick?)
However, this time being sick came with a perk. An adorable 4 year old perk.
On Thursday after I picked my daughter Reese up from school, we headed straight home so that I could go back to bed. When we got home, Reese noticed I wasn’t feeling well. She asked me what was wrong and I told her that “Daddy is real sick”. She jumped up, felt my head, yelled “Oh no, it’s hot!”, ran into the kitchen, brought me a wet towel, put it on my head, laid her hand on my chest and them said, “Jesus, please fix my daddy. Amen.” She then gave me a kiss on the head and went on her way playing like it was nothing.
Shes prayed for me every day since.
It’s probably the cutest thing I’ve ever experienced. I think I might be the luckiest man alive.