And this weekend has been so great, that I don't care.
1) the kids got to see the ghostbusters' firehouse, complete with real fire truck going out on a call.
2) I was told, by my surgical oncologist, that "you are looking great, what are you doing differently?" And "really, you don't need to be coming anymore, but protocol says 10 years, so I will see you one more time...and then never again!"
3) we had a pretty awesome time at Sesame Place, because we were privileged enough to be able to get season passes.
4) I was able to march up the stairs to the water slides with the kids over and over and over again, without getting exhausted.
5) after walking 10-15 miles on Friday (all over NYC), I was still up and had energy this morning. To the point where I was asked "how the hell can you be this awake right now?" My recovery time has done a complete 180 from last year.
I'm not grateful that, as I get older, I seem to get motion sickness. Which makes carousel rides and similar spinny rides a special kind of hell. But I did it anyway, because...really, look at this face. I'm grateful that I can push through the headache and nausea and do the ride anyway, because she loves it.
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