Sick.

Yesh. It's true. I was sick today.

It was not my favorite day in the world. 

HOWEVER. 

As it turns out. Levi is amazingly good 

at taking care of me when I feel like

[doo doo meat]. 

After laying helplessly
on the floor in his work room with him for
a while while some orange chicken marinated
it was time to come downstairs and
finish it up. Do you know how difficult
stairs are when you're head is all fuzzy and
you feel weaker than a newborn giraffe?
I will tell you. Perty difficult. I made it half
way and got totally pooped. So what does Levi
do? He goes downstairs ahead of me
and grabs a pillow and a blanket. Then, he
walks back up to the midway point on the
stairs and lays the blanket over me, puts the pillow
underneath my head, and lays down
next to me [right there on the stairs!].

In conclusion Levi is the most adorable boy
on the face of the planet and if I have to be sick
every now and again then I'm just
thanking my lucky stars that he'll be there to
cuddle me on the stairs when I am.

The end.