
What's so hard for me tonight is that I'm having to keep my distance from my wife and my son. My wife is 22 weeks pregnant, and the last thing she needs is a case of the flu. My son just turned two years old, and I definitely don't want him to catch what I have.
I did go downstairs for a few minutes during supper tonight, but coughing fits drove me right back upstairs. I pray that I'm better tomorrow because I'd like to get back to my nightly routine: playing with my son, giving my son a bath, putting my son to bed, and spending time with my wife.
It's just funny how I miss the routine that I've grown accustomed to living. I would never wish to be sick with the flu again, but I'm at least thankful for the flu for reminding me to appreciate what I sometimes take for granted: the daily routine involving the most important people in my life.
So if you happen to be reading this blog post, say a little "get well" prayer for me if you don't mind. Also, take some time in the next few days and thank God for the daily routine He's given you. Trust me, you don't want to wait until you have the flu.
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