Thursday, July 24, 2014

Learning from Silence

Normally today I'd write of parades with children in sun bonnets, foot races down canyons rutted by wagons, fireworks and celebrations. All in remembrance of the great shared story that is ours on Pioneer Day. A story of restoration, conversion, migration, and refuge.

But I'm not in Utah this year. We're in another mountain rage. And as I type, cool mountain air rises through the screen door and over my shoulder. We've taken our first family trip since all five children were born. Our first vacation outside of Utah, that is.
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I had such high hopes for this adventure. But as I was packing swim trunks, favorite blankets, and running shoes, I felt a sore throat coming on. I had already lost my voice, and by the time we arrived at our destination, I was battling strep throat.

It's been five days now and the sores in the back of my throat are just starting to disappear. I still have no voice. Nasal congestion barreled in at full throttle, holding all respiratory and sinus passages captive And the finale? A lovely chest cough. Truth is, I've been miserable...

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More @ Segullah today about what I discovered this week. Even slight and temporary loss teaches us.


  1. well, poop. it stinks to be a sick mom on vacation...if you can call it that when you feel crummy. and you know what i really wanted to say instead of poop. xox

    1. well, poop. that should have been the title of this post. ;) you're right. it was the pits. looking forward to having a voice again and being back in the game. love you and your humor so much cristie. xoxo

  2. Thanks for the reminder! I learned that lesson when I was on bedrest with my last baby and I missed doing the most basic of things like fixing dinner, playing with my kids, even doing laundry!


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