September 27

Isaac wasn't feeling well over the weekend: congestion, low-grade fever, lots of napping. I'm sure that by now your COVID alarms are going off, so I'll say that we're currently waiting on his test result to come in. Boo yah.

Anyhow, though he's feeling better, he (obviously) stayed home from school today (and will be home at least tomorrow as well, since he has to provide proof of a negative test to return). And for most of the day, he was, for lack of a more appropriate term, bored.

And although he drove me half-crazy with questions and random comments and bizarre boredom-busting activities like sliding across the hardwood floor on his back and chasing this paper bag around the kitchen, we did have a sweet exchange. 

Me, observing the obvious: Isaac, are you bored?

Isaac, looking up at me from the spot on the floor where he'd taken up temporary residence: No! I get to talk to you!

It's a blessing to be appreciated and valued. And it's a bigger blessing when someone tells you that you're appreciated and valued. Even if said-person is a teenage boy with nothing else to do.