I press a kiss to his cheek and am rewarded with his sleepy incoherent mumblings that make my heart swell with love and adoration for him. I just want to crawl in there and squeeze my Sir, but I don't want to disturb his needed rest.
Sir has really only asked me for one thing this entire time he was sick: Chicken Noodle Soup.
Not the canned kind; made fresh. So, today I put my collar on and my service will consist of making him the best chicken soup from scratch! Lucky for us, I roasted a chicken two days ago, so all those bits will go into making a great soup.... hopefully!