It has been a brutal winter. I have had one flu/cold after another for 10 weeks, and a cough that wouldn’t go away. Everyone else in the household also all took turns being sick. Just when I thought we’re in the clear, Savanna gets a fever for 3 days straight this week. I might take up Maggie’s suggestion of just putting the kids in giant bubbles to protect them from the world.
We’re heading up to Whistler this weekend, germs and all, to celebrate our 13th wedding anniversary. When I told Josh that is our weekend’s plan, he asked, “Are you and daddy getting married again?” I said, no, we’re just celebrating our wedding. Then he asked, “So are you going to talk to everyone about your wedding?” Maybe, kiddo, maybe.