Anders and I are awake early together this morning. I am not feeling well at all. Anders asks me to look at him. I do, but my eyes must be slightly glazed over or something because he frantically says a few times, "Mom, LOOK AT ME!" Then he follows up with, "Mom, SAY SOMEPING!" So I tell him I am not feeling very good. He tells me, "Oh, I help you feel better." He then crawls next to me on the couch and starts playing with my hair and singing the second verse of "I am a Child of God". When he finishes he asks, "Help you feel better mom?" The only response is "YES!" to such a sweet and tender heart, even though I still feel really sick. But now I am sick with a smile on my face.