On Sunday's trip to Duluth I had a splitting migraine. One so bad, I was pretty sure I could throw up. One that prior to Rosie moving in would have forced me to cancel my trip. Yet, somehow I pushed through on the complete and utter desire to not let Rosie or our niece, Abby, down.
Today, Mike's sore throat and illness was bogging him down. He never shows how sick he is, so when I can see it, I know it's bad. Yet he managed to answer question after question about Star Wars for Rosie. I was more worried for him than he was.
Now if only it would diappoint Rosie if I didn't go workout or if I failed to finish a marathon...
2 comments:
Ah, you'll do a marathon some day! Maybe we can run next week and you'll catch the fever!
-Kirsten
I'd love that, Kirsten. I'll check my schedule Monday and we'll get out there. The weather'll be perfect for it. Knock on wood.
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