Later I took him back to his bed cause he was making it clear he wanted to be there by: wringing his hands over and over, waving bye, bye to the ceiling, rolling all over our bed, trying to climb out of the bed, and nodding vigorously when I asked if he wanted to go to his bed.
He has seemed a little better this morning and hasn't thrown up yet, but I know he is not feeling well because he mostly just wants to cuddle.
As I sat in the rocking chair with him, wrapped up in an old quilt and reading books my heart swelled about 10 sizes bigger. He put a book down, grabbed the blanket with his pudgy little hand and pulled it up around his chin. The he dozed off as I rubbed his arm and kissed his head.
I used to think it was just the fact that my kids were snuggling with me that made me feel the way I was feeling, but I realized it is because I feel an almost overwhelming sense of gratitude for being able to provide some comfort for him when he is not feeling well. He loves me and feels safe in my arms and that is because I love him and take care of him. I find it the greatest privilege of my life to serve my family and give them love. Nothing in this world makes me feel better.