Daddy's Home!

Sam finished up his training last week - in the top 10% of his class! - and is now fully certified to be an instructor. He promptly jumped in his truck and made it home in record time. And we are SO happy to have him home. Poor guy probably felt like he walked into something he wasn't quite prepared for though. I've been sick. Really sick. The kids have been sick. And that particular day I was about half-dead. Couldn't even get up off the couch to give him a hug to welcome him home. But, great Dad that he is, instead of running screaming out the door he waded into the germ infested house and took over. He made the kids happy by showing them the cool stuff he bought for them at Sea World. Then he read them a story and put them to bed. And sent me in for a bath and put me to bed too. And whenever I woke up coughing he didn't complain, just silently rubbed my back. Aaaaah. Neither one of us got much sleep but the simple fact that he was there had me feeling so much better in the morning. The next day the kids got plenty of play time with their dad and I drug myself off to the doctor. We spent the next few days keeping a low profile while everyone mended (and Ty got hit with another round of really high fever).
I am happy to report that we are well on the mend now - FINALLY. And if luck is with us Sam will stay healthy and we can all enjoy our vacation (next week! woohoo! I'm so excited!) without worrying we might run out of tissues while standing in line for the Small World ride :)