We had been planning a camping trip for quite a while.
When it gets a little cooler we’ll go…
But before it had a chance to get cooler, we were pleasantly surprised to find out that number 4 would be joining the clan. The camping trip was snug in the back of my mind, there would be plenty of time to start feeling better.
I guess I didn’t realize how long 10 weeks would be! I still had no relief and I just couldn’t imagine living out doors for 4 days.
I’m just going to have to miss out. I’ll stay home and be sick and send my family off to have a fun time without me…
I told Dustin that I didn’t think I would be able to swing it. But that thought made me sad. I wanted to go, be with my family, watch my boys and girl explore and be dirty and love every minute of it.
A few days before we were to leave I was still unsure, but then I felt myself feeling a little better.
I’d chance it. I could always come home somehow if it was unbearable.
But it wasn’t. In fact, it was glorious and I hadn’t felt that well in months!
I didn’t join in any arduous activities, but I did enjoying catching snapshots of some of my favorite people… and some of the fun things they did.