Cared For

I'm struggling along this weekend with a cold.  The girls are surprisingly understanding and showing off previously undiscovered skills.  It reminds me of when my mom broke her arm skiing when my brother and I were 9 and 12.  I learned how to do laundry, Darren learned how to cook on the stove top and we both learned that sometimes mom needed nurturing too.

Here are my caregivers, at the ready with endless yards of unfurled toilet paper in case I need to blow my nose: