Oh, Delhi Belly

Yesterday, we celebrated Eid, the end of Ramzan's thirty days of fasting, with all of our friends and neighbors. This picture is at a friend's house. She lives just two houses down from us and her husband was home from his work in Saudi Arabia for the festivities!

It was a lot of fun. I mean, we got to put on our "fancy" clothes, and we went to 9 different houses. And it's the biggest celebration of the year in our neighborhood, so even the crabbiest of people are in the best mood. And we ate a lot of food... apparently too much food.

Since last night at about 10 PM, my husband and I have been having something akin to the stomach bug. I guess our stomachs don't really agree with endless chicken curry and dahi vada even if our mouths do :). So, it has now been almost 24 hours of sleeping, taking rotations in the bathroom, and an all liquid diet. Not exactly what I had in mind for my Saturday. All is not lost though. My awesome husband did make us some homemade applesauce and chicken noodle soup for when we are ready to attempt consuming something that actually requires our digestive tracks' involvement.

I married him five and a half years ago, and I'm so glad I did. It's funny how I realize what a gift I have in him on the sick-in-bed days, or out-of-sorts days, or the just-plain-rotten-days. He's so stinkin' sweet to me. He's sick too, but he's brought me water, juice, and electrolyte supplements. He's held my hand and snuggled up to me in bed. He's talked with me when I start feeling lonely. He is kind. And I love him so much. In fact, I love him so much more than I ever dreamed I would or could five and half years ago. So, thanks to Dustin, my sick-in-bed day has had a sweet side too.