mommy's migraine

We went to church this morning and all was fine, and we went afterward to enjoy some Mexican food for lunch. Listening to Dennis say "chicken quesadilla" is a highlight, of course--it's fairly correct the way he says it, but very very cute just the same. He and I both took naps when we got home and I began to feel progressively worse as the day passed. After he woke up, he spent quality time with his Daddy, playing, reading, and watching movies. I missed them and went in to visit a time or two, and each time Dennis said "come and play, Mommy, sit here, play fire truck and trains". Each time I felt too bad to do it and hated to disappoint him. Later, much later, I went in to his room and watched him sleep. I lifted him off his bed and into my lap for a snuggle (he never woke up) and I whispered to him how much I loved him and how we'd play tomorrow. Often when I'm with him, I long for a break, but then, when I get a break, I wonder if I missed out on time with him that I'll never have again. He is growing up so fast, and I want to savor every minute. This is not actually possible, of course, but I am doing my best.