Tonight after my shift I snuck into the girls room and just looked at them and listened to them breathe (after I made sure they were breathing). Usually I don't go into their room when I get home at crazy hours (the time of this post is nearly 5am) but driving home from my ER shift tonight I was thinking about how thankful I am that they are healthy. It sounds very cliche I guess, but that has been my theme lately, especially after 10 hours with sick kids. I'm happy for health.