I would watch the time pass as we drove. I timed the space between their coughs; torturing myself with anxiety. The anticipation that should have been sweet was soured by their illness. I felt overwhelmed with fear that they'd be too sick to go Disneyland, that we would have to postpone it all together or that we would push them too hard and someone would get worse. The night at the swimming pool had been encouraging as the steam and humidity from that indoor pool proved to be soothing. No one coughed at all! Sunday morning, as I already mentioned, that cough was back.
Sunday afternoon, I tried to relax as we made our way to the beach. We would be outside, able to spread out from other people and hopefully that ocean air would do more good than harm. After finally securing a place to park, we made our way down to the beach and were greeted by this view.
It was a beautiful sight and was exactly what I needed to calm the heck down.
"We're going to Disneyland tomorrow!"