Kevin's birthday is a big deal around here. It's the day after Christmas so I always make it a point to have it feel as special as possible.
This year was extra challenging as it fell on a Sunday. We both woke up tired, but our church starts at 9:00am, it's not entirely unexpected. However, once we got to church we both knew it was more than just tired. We were sick.
But the end of the afternoon neither of us could move due to chills, fever, and immensely achy body. Apparently the kids got their wish of the rule of Christmas day, eat whatever you want, whenever you want, to continue because we were too sick to feed our children. I'm ashamed to admit just how much fudge they consumed. And frankly I don't think I was aware enough to be able to tell you.
It was the worst birthday Kevin ever had.
We didn't think too much of it. We would just make up for it the next day.
When we woke up the next morning we were feeling horrible, by that evening we decided to call our good friends for some blessings and Tues. we dragged our sick bodies to the doctors.
Thankfully, I was over the worst of it by them. But Kevin had it pretty bad still.
AND Tennyson, Sanders, and Beckham woke up not feeling well.
Thurs. I felt a TON better. Kevin was still sick.
Friday, today, I am 90% healed! Hooray! It's so nice to be vertical for more than an hour at a time. Kevin? I'd say he's probably 60%. He's getting there. The boys are doing better as well.
What a week.
We were supposed to go to Grandma Candace's for a New Year's Eve party tonight. Looks like we will be partying on our own. Good thing we like each other.
Happy New year!!