Serving Sick Sir

Today, Sir is sick in bed. He finally has a chance to do a proper rest so he can hopefully get his immune system in gear. I am happy for him. He went to bed early last night, and after getting up briefly this morning, is back in bed knocked out. I am checking in on him happily, in that sweet state of being joyous to look upon his sleeping face.

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!