From Maine to Florida!

Flew home last night.  Could have used another week or two in Maine with the family...two weeks more of holding baby Milo.

Had a wonderful time, although there was a little distance between myself and Milo.

Let me explain.

Sunday, as we exited the Portland Jetport in our mini-van rental, Husband says to me, "My throat is a little sore."  That is never good.  A sore throat is Husband's Achilles Heel. 

Gifted with superhuman recuperative powers, he felt much better by Tuesday, the day the children arrived.  By Wednesday night I could feel that stinging, closed throat feeling coming on.  From then on I looked adoringly at Milo at arms length.  If that baby gets sick I will never forgive myself.  By Friday our son came down with the same symptoms.  We were dropping like flies.

In spite of this we enjoyed plenty of wonderful family time.  There was kayaking, parade and fireworks watching and our fill of lobster rolls, blueberry and whoopie pies.

Blissfully before the cold.
Need more of this with Milo!