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On a whim, a while back I wrote here on the forums; several vignettes about how I met my (now) wife. If I find time, I'll search them out and finish them off in a google doc or something. I originally figured if I was able to get them down it would make a nice gift to share with her.
Other than that, I helped my dad rewrite a song that he wrote when he was my age. I have no musical talent so it was just some rewording, really.
Last week my son (three at the end of May) was sick - vomiting into his hands and telling me he needed to "spit out the yuckies". Obviously, I took care of him over the course of two days and two nights (my wife is an essential worker, and also vomit is probably her biggest fear).
Any road, a couple of things made my "day":
1. Last week, I found myself remembering a lot of times when my own father looked after me when I was sick. Made me continue to appreciate what a loving father he was/is, and I was able to share the memory with him (WhatsApp), and tell him I love and appreciate him. He was touched (at least I think he was, he has a weird WhatsApp communication style full of hyphens)
2. Today, I wasn't feeling too hot. My stomach hurt, and I felt nauseous. My almost-3 told me: "I'll rub your belly daddy and you'll feel better, okay?" Even though I didn't feel better physically, I definitely felt better emotionally. When he asked did it help I told him "yes" and he said "you helped me daddy and I help you". I'll admit, I got something in my eye.
All in all, two lovely memories in the midst of a lot of worries. Thank you, world.