It's finally moving day, and after loading the truck all day, we made our way to our new home. We ate our first meal sitting on the floor before unloading the beds and bedding from the moving truck so we could put them up and go to sleep. Ryan was fussing about finishing a couple of bites of his quesadilla (not unusual for him), and the next thing I know, he threw up all over the floor. He had thrown up the day before, but he seemed to be fine up until this incident. As it turned out, he was the first in a series of five of us getting the stomach flu, one right after the other. Daddy was the unlucky one to get it this evening.
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