My plan this morning was to head to my eye doctor’s appointment before hitting the road to visit my sick nephew. On my way to my appointment, Sarah called and told me that Mike, her husband, was sick. I wasn’t sure what to do with this information. On one hand, it made me want to drive faster and get to Louisville because I felt they may REALLY really need my help. On the other hand, I couldn’t help but picture getting this virus and bringing it home toAriel andRacecar. I couldn’t stand the thought.
After consulting with many people and having a good conversation with Sarah. I turned the car around and headed back home.
I am the type of person who follows my heart, not so much logic. I think I am logical, but if my heart pulls me in a certain direction, I usually follow my heart. This time was different. I literally had to say to myself “don’t follow your heart, be smart.” And it was hard. I wanted so badly to be in Kentucky today. I had already had a heartbreaking goodbye withAriel andRacecar, the worst was over, I was packed and ready to go. (did I say heartbreaking goodbye????? it broke in 2) But I came back home.
Sarah, Mike and the birthday boy Ethan are all at home. He’s doing much better. Sarah is reporting “Ethan-like” behavior once again! The nurses brought Ethan a smash cake for his birthday. How great is that?! . Mike did end up with a fever of 101.4, hopefully he won’t get the stomach flu that poor little Ethan had.






































