Cold, Cough and Quote

We had a set back in the girls’ sickness. And I recognized the cough. The bark that comes in the night after tucking in.
So the youngest girl and I went out in the cold, night air. Cold air to battle the croup. We snuggled on the front step and awed at the full moon. We decided that this was a treat.
Back inside, Daddy had the cool mist humidifier all set up. “Come sweet girl,” I said. “The most important thing you need is sleep.”
Pause on the step. Then a raspy, small voice.
“No. The most important thing I need is God,” she declares strongly.
Yes child.
And rest.