What a yucky way to spend the holiday! Mom was hit first, early Thanksgiving morning, followed quickly by Brooklyn and Grayson. I fell later that evening following what should have been a delicious slice of apple pie. Ray succumbed to the illness early Saturday morning. And finally, on this gray Sunday morn, our last brave, healthy warrior...the caregiver...the fetcher of drinks...the watcher of wide awake kids...Dad...fell victim to the bug. Thankfully by now Mom and I are feeling marginally better and we are slowly starting to put life back together. It really is wonderful that even though we all got sick, someone was always well enough to take care of the kids and the others. Small blessings. Again, what a yucky way to spend the holiday!
"Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there someday." ~A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh