Tuesday was one of those days - the kind of day that turns out crummy.
I worked until 2 and left feeling pretty sick.
I called DH to see if we could trade our plan for the night so I could stay in town.
But, nope he was not feeling well either.
So I headed to French Lick and decided to try to walk the course to watch Sam,
but the stomach flu was really kicking in ugh.
I had to let Sam know I wasn't going to make the whole meet.
1 down.
He was fine with that and was sweet to encourage me to head home, but he asked
me for more water. I wasn't sure how I was going to make that happen
since the clubhouse was nowhere near and I had no cart...
It was one of those days when God inserted this drink station
on the course that made me look like a million dollar mom.
I mean, come on, this is the only course that we play on that has water.
Thankful for that.
But, alas I should have known that him asking for water was a curious moment.
He had a drink and rarely if ever drinks while he is playing.
Turns out he was also getting sick (but didn't know it) and was rough by the time the bus got home.
2 down.
It was one of those days that you are thankful for family
who stand in the gap when you are weak!
Dan was back in Loogootee with Joe for his game
but turns out he was sicker than I was and couldn't stay at Joe's game.
3 down.
Eeks.
I got these sweet pics from cousin Blake
of Joe's opening night of baseball.
He pitched and didn't walk anyone.
No one scored while he was pitching,
he got a hit AND his team won!
And there is my guy playing short stop! Grandma and Grandpa
were at his game, too!
And the next day was one of those days when...well, it was good that we have 3 bathrooms.
We have never all been sick at the exact same time - bless Joe's heart he ran hard and fast
to school and then quarantined himself in the other room after school.
We slept, drank a 2 liter of sprite, a sleeve of Zesta crackers 2 at a time, and ate 2 cans of chicken noodle soup, slowly.
A forced slow down for sure.
And you know what I really remember - I remember the smile I got
from Sam after that top photo because it was a good drive.
And I remember hearing Joe tell us every single detail of the batters he faced -
he was as excited to recount it for us because we couldn't be there as if we had been there, I think.
And today, the stomach flu isn't far behind us and those memories will fade
but do our best to be present provides it the best way possible provides the best memories!
