It caught me...the dreaded flu. Today is day four and I'm feeling a bit better at times. Dean has been so good. Making sure I have what I need to survive the day while he's at work. Even made a pizza run last night when I complained that if I ate another bowl of soup I'd puke. I just wanted to thank him for the sweet things he does for me. Not just when I'm sick. It's the little things...he brings me my coffee just the way I like it, he always kisses me goodnight and before he leaves each morning, he's my rock when I'm weak and my shoulder when I need to weep. Wait a second...this was about the flu. Oh we'll, thank you Sweetheart. I Love You.