Oh my soul does ache for my young love. Malachi is down and out with a Middle Ear Infection and a touch of Pneumonia on his right lung. I knew perfect health wouldn't last for long. I'm grateful he's six months old and no younger. Oh, my angel! To see someone you love more than yourself hurting is torture. I want to take it for him. All I can do is give him the meds he needs and cater to him with tender mommy love. I must be strong so that he may feel my confidence and be comforted. I'll put on a happy face and hope it sinks through. Right now I feel like my soul is an open wound, and every pained cry of my angel douses it with salt. I pray this sickness will make his little immune system tougher for future attacks. It's funny, love being the most desired emotion. Really it's the most vulnerable. I'd rather be in physical pain myself than watch him suffer. I'm going a little crazy here. He needs to start feeling better.