In Sickness and in Health

Leslie and I loved our honeymoon. We recently uncovered some pictures from the trip and were remembering just how calm, peaceful, and spoiling that trip was. The view from the private pool in our cabana overlooked the bay directly in front of the sunset. So, every night we would order room service (and split the meals... they were Big!) while we watched the sun set.

We have often talked about going back. But, there is one thing (besides finances and kids) that always makes us hesitate; the way the trip ended. The day we were leaving Leslie started feeling a little... sick. By the time we were on the airplane she was a lot sick. She probably spent more time in the bathroom than in her seat. By the time we landed in Phoenix she was so sick that she could not walk, and the customs officials would not let us back into the country. That was one of the few times that we believe God sent us an angel (human or spirit who knows). Leslie had just collapsed on the floor when a woman came up and just happened to have a bottle of Pedialyte in her purse. Leslie started getting some vital fluids as customs called a local hospital. So, instead of making our way to our connecting flight I got into a cab with our bags and followed an ambulance to St. Luke's Hospital.

I remember a few times that night thinking, "I think I am going to lose my wife". I have to admit that was the first time I had ever experienced sickness that sever. After the doctors had stabilized her with fluids and some medication I had different thoughts. A phrase I had repeated just days earlier came to mind, "In sickness and in health". I suppose I got to prove those words that day. And, it was a good thing, because in the last 11 years Leslie has spent many more days caring of my sorry, sick self than I can remember. She, on the other hand, seems to have some super-woman syndrome ever since Mexico.

So, thanks honey for all the years of loving me in sickness and in health :).