Our bags were packed. The plan was set.
Off to California in the morning. Even with four kids, I still hope for the best--that plans will become reality.
The breakdown began with Ava's night-long cough that kept most of us awake and Quinn's obvious stomach issues the next morning. Then A.J.'s forehead was warm. Yep. Fever. And Tai's stomach started to churn and he began to cough like sister.
Our bags were packed. Lined up in the living room.
I wanted to push through, deny what was happening, but when did that ever work? "Let reality be reality," Lao Tzu said, and I know how much happier I am when I practice this.
I wrestled against disappointment and inner complaints even as I tried to cheer my teary-eyed children. In the end, we accepted the change and chose to believe everything would be okay. Adventure wasn't leaving us forever.
So we cancelled plans and curled up in the living room and found comfort in steamy mugs of tea and classics like "Singin' in the Rain." We made the most of our reality.