Within the five days I was gone to Phoenix last week, everyone in my family caught a terrible cold. Each time I talked to Matthew on the phone, all I could hear was Ross or Rayna caughing or sneezing.
Since I was flying into Atlanta the same time Matthew was flying out, we were able to see one another just a few minutes. After plenty of hugs and kisses, I will always remember his very deep and romantic last words as he headed to his gate, “Don’t forget to give Rayna her medicine three times a day.”
Within a day of being home, I had lost five pounds and felt like I had been hit by a dump truck. Yep- the FLU.
So, we’re all STILL sick.
I’m ready for this to be over!