So the trip was hellish, mostly. But in five or ten years, I probably won't remember any of that and I surely won't remember specific details. What I will remember is what the photographs tell me, and they tell me my kids spent a large portion of time with beautifully beaming faces and fancy clothes. They will remind me that BubTar and I took a walk together and he climbed a "mountain". They will remind me of the fun time he had in the swimming pool, not of the high fever he spiked a few hours later.
And so, this is what I will share with you. The beautiful side of our trip, because there were beautiful moments stuck in between the really stressful, anxiety-filled, germ-infested moments. Looking at these photos, you might actually forget what the trip was really like...and I think that is a good idea.
And a couple of true colors photos as well:
PS: BubTar is still sick, we are most definitely headed to the pediatrician today. He was running a steady 103 yesterday and it took Motrin and Tylenol before finally coming down to a more reasonable 100.6. Dare I say what I suspect it might be? I think I'll refrain, but I will say we are headed in for our first throat swabbing of the new year. Seven days in. What a year.