Sicky comfort

You know most people when they're not feeling well like to curl up with a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Maybe they get in their most comfy clothes, snuggle in to bed and fall fast asleep.

But my HRJ? My poor little baby who's nose is running down his face three days before Christmas. When he's ready for bed, he needs his Mama to sit by his crib with her hand through the slats, laying on the mattress palm up so that he can lay his face on it. Then with his closest hand he holds onto her other arm. Until he and his stuffed up nose fall fast asleep with his little mouth open wide.

It melts his Mama's heart.