Yesterday, Phillip came down with the pesky 24 hours stomach bug. You know, the one everyone gets now and then. It’s violent and terrible, but fortunately only lasts pretty much exactly 24 hours.
As long as Phillip and I have been together, I have never seen him sick. He’s had allergies or ate too much. But never once has he ever been bed-ridden, missing-school, dead-for-a-day, sick. It’s crazy that we’ve gone our entire relationship without me seeing him like this.
In a way, I was glad to finally get to play the role of caretaker for a little bit. He has taken on this role plenty of times over the course of the years (and done a great job) but yesterday was my turn to show compassion. He’s all better now, but it was definitely a milestone in our relationship – that only took 6 and a half years to reach.
3 months, 7 days, 6 hours, 30 minutes
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