Catching a break

It's been a tumultuous few weeks in my house. Illness came in waves. One child, then the other. Nights were long and filled with coughing and holding cool face-washers to their heads. I spent many hours just sitting with them, holding on tight, willing the illness away.

Just as we were emerging from the fog Amba called me. "I've hurt my hand', he said into the phone. Anyone who has a tradie in their lives knows these words can be some of the worst you can hear. Amba's injury was severe enough to require plastic surgery and I spent a tense day waiting at the hospital. He emerged very groggy and all bandaged up, and thankfully with everything fixed.

These last few weeks it just seemed like we couldn't catch a break. But there was one day in there, as the boys were recovering but prior to Amba's accident that we managed to enjoy. We headed into the lovely crisp autumn air and celebrated being well. We smiled, giggled, played and frolicked.















The afternoon out was just as we needed. Miles and Ryan ate their dinner hungrily for the first time in weeks that night. They went to bed without the aid of medicine or vicks and slept soundly.

Hope you're all well. Have a wonderful week!

* Meaghan

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