I’ve been sick.
But, he’s taken good care of.
He’s rubbed my back.
He’s bought me chicken noodle soup.
He even crushed ice cubes in the blender to make me ice chips because they felt on my swollen throat.
I can’t hug him because I’m contagious and my body hurts so bad that I don’t want to hug him, but every time he asks, “Babe, are you okay?”………….. Air hugs!