Clinging to the light

I had been warned. At the preschool Christmas brunch Big Brother's teacher approached me with a worried look: she felt it as her duty to inform me that five children were ill. All having a nasty flu and one of them, Big Brother's favourite playmate, even had to be admitted in the hospital for pneumonia.
How relieved the teacher was to hear that Kenji wasn't at home - and how concerned and focused I was on the slightest cough coming from my boys.

Hand in hand with the boy's fever, came the coughing fits. And it's the coughing that prevents them from visiting Kenji and that obliges me to wear the damn mouth mask again. In an hour I'll be on my way to the hospital and I already know I cannot kiss my love.

I cling to all glimpses of light in order to let my own light shine, at home and in the hospital. So thank you S. for rushing over last night and having a glass of wine with me; for your heartfelt comments and emails; for keeping your candles burning; and for staying with me and the boys, and with Kenji, for the holidays.

In return I spread some light by showing you Big Brother's pride and joy [click on picture to enlarge]: his first uber glitsy Christmas arrangement, topped with a plastic flickering tealight. Whoever looks at it, smiles!