A beautiful, frivolous thing

So despite Max's illness, my husband and I went away for a night and left him in the competent hands of his Grammy. My husband and I had registered to be in relay triathlon teams at Point Sebago Resort, the type of beautiful, frivolous thing that has always seemed irrelevant when faced with Max's health issues. But we were on teams, we had to go!

...briefly trading his glasses for daddy's goggles...

And it was wonderful. We were only gone for a little over 20 hours, but I returned bathed in sunshine, cleansed with sweat and refreshed in spirit. While we were gone, Max continued to mend. His breathing is completely back to normal now. He was so happy to see me, he didn't bother to fight putting on his 'eye bam-bam' this afternoon. I've discovered that twirling him around in circles for the first five minutes of the patch helps. I may need to start taking leftover Zofran so I don't throw up, but he is happy. He loved hearing about our race and wanted to know all about me "running really fast" and daddy "swimming in da lake wif his glasses."

Today made me remember the importance of taking care of yourself when you are taking care of someone else who needs you. Especially when you are too scared to leave them.