Sick

Lyla, 

Sweet girl, you had your first bout with the flu this year. Yesterday you threw up a few times. Both your Mama and I felt so bad for you. But, in the middle of all that, you still said something cute. You looked at me with your sad eyes while I patted your back, struggling to tell me how you felt, and said, 'My throat is coming out.'

I love you sweetie and hope you feel better today. 

Love,

Poppy