Fighting fevers

A hush rushes the falling snow. From my cozy bed, I watch the winter white flakes decend, toppling one on top of the other. Sunlight streams through frosted branches and sparkles like diamonds. The birds are quiet this morning. Perhaps they too are mesmerized by falling snow. I hear Hayden giggling in his room. My bones ache from spending part of the night in his bed, comforting him while he coughed and monitoring a fever that finally broke at 3 a.m.  The early morning quiet feels like a gift after a long night of battleing and his giggles sound like a victory cry. I think I'll pry myself from between the covers to check on my favorite warrior and see what adventures await.