Last night was rough. My son caught some sort of virus and came down with a fever and a cough. He is not one to sleep extra hours when sick, in fact, it is quite the opposite. I think I may have gotten about four hours of sleep last night. As he sat on my lap during one of his fits of misery, I thought to myself, “I am so lucky, this really is the worst health issue he’s had in his life – a bad cold once a year.” I smiled to myself holding him as tightly as he’d let me, thankful that regardless of the lows, our child’s health has been a subconscious source of happiness.