To her snotty nose with love.

Since I'm the one with the sick baby, Klara and I have spent A LOT of time (too much time?) at home this week. It's isolating and frustrating (and depressing, even), but it's also good. We're moving more slowly. We're down on the floor working together. We're giggling.

I resent that snotty nose for keeping me from our friends this week.

I cherish that snotty nose for forcing me to slow down with my girl.

As much as I'm ready to resume our adventures and visits, I'm thankful.