Like the first day

It's a sunny day today, relatively unusual for January, and though it's a perfect day for a trip to the coast, my little Bunny has her first fever so we are staying in. It's the best day ever for the cat, who always enjoys company as he sleeps the day away in bed. Ivy has spent a few interrupted hours awake and fussing, or fighting with me as I try to suck out her nose, but the vast majority of the day she has been asleep on me. And though I feel terrible that she is so uncomfortable, I also love these cuddles so much. She is currently lying on my chest, and the sunlight filtered through our north-facing bedroom window is illuminating her face just as it did that first morning. I was fuzzy from four hours of sedated-sleep, tender and sore and floating, stroking her little head with hands studded with IV's. And she was at once peaceful and frenetic, her rapid breathing already concerning to the nurses but her face so serene, as if she hadn't just been thrust into the cold, bright, loud world. Despite the fever and the fussiness, today is so sweet, so full of thankfulness that she is here with me despite all it took to get here, I'd take it over a coast trip any day.