Whir Of Events

What a crazy week! Mike and I have been playing Sick Baby Potato (the latest craze among working parents) by passing Sarita back and forth as we dash to and from the airport. I can't for the life of me imagine how couples with multiple kids pull this off.

So, Sarah's still sick. Her doctor, who I absolutely love, checked her out this morning and thinks that it's just a regular old virus. There's nothing we can do but wait it out. Too bad. I want instant relief for my baby.

Also, I finally went through my photos from Boston. Quickly, I realized that I didn't take nearly enough pictures. It's hard to snap pictures when your 60-something year old mom and (much, much) older sister are dragging you around the city at a dizzying pace. They wore me out.

Despite the fatigue, the trip was so much fun. Our first evening was spent chit-chatting in the hotel until much too late. I could have sat and talked to my two favorite women all weekend long, but that would have prevented us from walking every square inch of that town.

On Easter morning, they tricked me into thinking that we were going to have a leisurely vacation by allowing me to have coffee and pastries while seated.

(My sister. Sitting. This is the last time that she stopped moving.)


After this, my mom suggested that we attend Easter mass. I thought it was to celebrate the holiday, but I actually think that the intention was to pray that I could keep up with the blistering pace that they would soon set. Whatever the reason, I'm glad that I got to spend time in Trinity Church. The building and the music from the choir were astoundingly beautiful.



From here, the trip becomes a blur. Walking, subways, buses, walking, eating, and more walking.

Marathon Monday was more of the same with the cheering of athletes thrown in between all of the walking (at mile 17):



More cheering of athletes (at mile 25):



My sister was one of those amazing athletes. I was one of those incompetent photographers who failed to document her marathon experience. I can't show you how good she looked while running the course, but I can tell you that she is a powerhouse and that she successfully crossed this line:



When she crossed the finish line, she didn't look much different than this - except for the kneeling part. She was up walking and pretending to be tired just to make us mortals feel better.



I can't wait until she runs it again next year. I just hope that I don't have to walk as much.