The sun came out, the birds were tweet, tweet tweeting and my girl? The one who hoped to go back to school Thursday?
She began puking in the wee hours of morning, feverish and sad.
We created a nest at the end of my bed, and Aunt Lori delivered 7-Up, curbside, while I unsuccessfully explained to Zack why we couldn't have a play date - despite the sunshine, despite the half-day. He was personally offended, missing his built-in playmate.
(Paint him dim.)
I stood in my backyard, the sun on my face, sick with cabin/spring fever; holding out for March.