As much as I hated that Harper was sick, I secretly enjoyed one part of it. She was cuddly.
Harper is not a cuddly girl. She's a "yes you can hold me but I'm going to crane my neck around in every other position so I can see what's happening and make it difficult for you to hold me" kind of girl. A very squirmy worm.
But while she was sick, she'd just lay her head down on my shoulder and rest there. Or she'd sit quietly, cuddled up next to me and watch one of her TV shows. (Yes, she has shows already.) Even when I wasn't holding her, she'd lean over forwards and rest her head on her legs in an totally exhausted but adorable way.
And I loved all of that. Just not the part about her being sick. I'll sacrifice the cuddlies for her to be back to her happy and healthy self.