Dear Gods and Goddesses of Small Children
Thank you for gracing my vacation with only one, single carsickness barf and not a double, triple, or quadruple bout with the flu/crud/fever/cough/stay-in-bed-and-minister-to-small-miserable-people-miss-it-all ER disaster that so frequently accompanies any longed-for and long-awaited event of significance in my life.
Thank you.
Thank you again.
I’m so grateful.