Bowls

After 12 hours of sleep last night, I came down to the kids eating Cheese Itz in front of a movie. We are all exhausted, so a morning in front of TV with junk food sounded absolutely perfect. As the bowl became more and more empty, I noticed a few of them were a bit soggy. I placed them on the side table, and continued stuffing my face. A few minutes later, Keilie complained that she grabbed a bunch that were wet. To my horror, she screamed...

"That's my throw up bowl!!!"

And Caden said, "I just ate one that was wet!!!"

There was much sickness on our vacation. With 6 adults and 9 kids staying exclusively in one house, and three more adults and two more children coming to visit, it became "the sick house." At any given time, there were always at least three kids sick.  By the end, almost all were coughing and feverish. 

I can't help comparing our trip to our morning breakfast. We were all excited to have both. Two weeks with the whole family and an unhealthy breakfast in front of the TV. But, due to sickness, both have extremely tainted memories. My parent's home became our breakfast bowl. Filled with both the good and the disgusting. 

I wish things could have been much different for us. Our trip was planned a year in advance, and almost didn't happen because of sickness (it feels weird to think of Cancer as sickness. To me, that word isn't strong enough to describe it). And yet, we did have a wonderful time. Cousins played. They made lasting friendships. We laughed together. We cried together. We crafted together. We joked together. We lounged together. It was heavenly. I refuse to allow a little thing like throw up, soggy Cheese Itz ruin the experience. 

I love my family. The Burrell's, The Dirks's, and my own heaven on earth. I am completely blessed. Sickness and all!