My Hero

After spending most of the night with children who were suddenly sick in a projectile way, I feel like the walking dead. Usually, David gets up and prepares for his day, gives me a hug and a kiss before he leaves, if I am sleeping in, or we chat together in the kitchen before he leaves. This morning the only recollection I have of his morning routine is the front door closing and locking. Sometime later, I heard the door chime and thought, David left already, who is downstairs? Only one of us slept through the night long battle with yuck, Joey. So I was thinking what is Joey going into the garage for. Then I heard the lock. I was already in motion at this point to see what was going on. I checked the window and Dave's car was there. My fuzzy brain said, but I thought he left already. So, I leave the bedroom and look to the bottom of the stairs and who is there? My hero, holding a McDonalds latte for me. He had gone to work and returned to check on all of us and make sure we would be ok. He brought Joey and I breakfast. So I am taking the opportunity to brag about my man. Now if I could only think of a way to show him token of my appreciation...