Giving the kids their summer break

Our 11-year old son collapsed on the morning of Good Friday. It was around 9 AM in the morning. I was on my laptop checking to make sure that the programs at work I’m in charge with were running smoothly before I log off to spend the rest of the day with the family. My husband Jay was in the kitchen attending to our two younger boys who were eating their breakfast. Pablo, our eldest son, came to me for a hug. I still tease him from time to time about kissing his belly even though he’s already eleven, and I […]

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