Once every two years, my family comes from all over (including England and Portugal) to Florida, where my mom and sister live. It’s kind of the most central place, making it a little less expensive for everyone.
We then had a break, just hanging out at the house. On the Sunday, it was my sister’s birthday. Seeing as we hardly ever get to spend anyone’s birthday together, we decided to turn the event into a birthday for everyone. We did cake, a huge fried turkey with all the trimmings, gifts, etc. It was fun.
The next outing was to the beach. We went to a place with white sands, gentle waves, shallow water, shells everywhere – in other words, the perfect place for small kids. We stayed overnight and the first day was fantastic. We got to swim, build sand castles, hunt for shells. We even saw a small pod of dolphins a couple of hundred feet away. And then, during the night, both kids got sick, super sick. It was a horrible flu that lasted several days and spread throughout the family. Leo was the sickest I’ve ever seen him, staying in bed for two days with a temperature of up to 103.
Though spread out over several countries and states, my family is very close. We really enjoy each others’ company and it was a huge shame that our last few days were spent sick. Still, we made the most of it, with lots of card playing and tea-drinking.
It seemed like Nicky, Leo and Abe were getting better (I never got it), but then the flight west set them back again. We spent several days with Abe’s mom before heading home, and there they finally got over it. For Leo, the number one medicine were the eight puppies, one of which we will be taking home when they are old enough to wean. He spent as much time as he could cuddling them, especially the little girl that he has picked to keep.