Justin got off work early so that he could take the boys and I up into the mountains for a scenic drive to see natures hand at work; a swirl of colors deep and rich before the hard freeze hit. This time of year I look so forward to.
Snacks were packed, jackets tucked around our waist, and the camera was ready to capture glorious sights.
I was pushing myself for about a week and about 30 minutes into our journey I became extremely ill in the car. Just as we had pulled off into a field lined with golden aspens and crimson shrub oak bushes I could not move. My heart sank with disappointment as I told Justin we needed to turn around.
I handed him the camera and asked him to snap a few pictures so that later when I was going through the pictures I would be able to enjoy them and see that our family was having a "normal outing" free of a sick mom.
It was the longest car ride home and I didn't remember the twists and turns of the road being so intense and painful before. My body was in a rage and my face was so intensely burning. The talking in the car turned into a muffled sounds and the scenery outside was blurry. I honestly don't remember getting into the house or into bed.
I awoke the next morning with my heart full of gratitude for priesthood blessings and a two little boys- who even though lots of times their fun is cut short, they understand.
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