tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515389695579796669.post4000001947557171278..comments2024-03-14T12:26:18.451+02:00Comments on The Campbell Clan Blog: Sara Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427650732649868574noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515389695579796669.post-68702109820006980352009-02-25T17:27:00.000+02:002009-02-25T17:27:00.000+02:00Oh, and Polly Pockets were a favorite of my girls ...Oh, and Polly Pockets were a favorite of my girls also!! Aren't kids amazing? Just wait until they are grown. You will be so proud!<BR/><BR/>MMelanie Kefferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10661384779320431611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515389695579796669.post-3522591850058918152009-02-25T17:22:00.000+02:002009-02-25T17:22:00.000+02:00Sara, Sara . . . You know my mind is racing back t...Sara, Sara . . . You know my mind is racing back to "the days." A little comfort about Scarlet Fever - you may or may not know this - The doctor here told me that SF is an advanced form of strep. When he told me that, I felt better! :) The name "Scarlet Fever" scares me also as I think of Helen Keller. (I lived close to her home, plus it is the age thing again . . .) <BR/><BR/>Still, I relate to what you are saying. Aren't our husbands great? Summer 2005 we took a family trek to the Grand Canyon. Daddy had died six months before and this was our first time back there since he had taken us in 1981. To shorten the story, and according to the doc, I hit that hot dry air out west and the germs went wild! I have honestly never been that sick. I was taking 1000 mg antibiotic pills several times a day . . . no joke. The fever was so high, I would drag from town to town (We were suppose to be seeing the old west.), hotel to hotel. I would go in, barely get undressed, sit in a steaming hot shower, no bathing, just sitting, then get out, pat dry, dress and fall into bed with all that implies. No washing hair, let alone brushing it.<BR/><BR/>I am saying all that to say that it was at the time my wonderful husband, who is not a comforting soul on a normal basis, took such good care of me. He literally carried me to the car from our hotel when I was in El Paso. In each city he chased down whatever it was I thought I could swallow down. When I said, "Gee, I look so awful," (The re-wet but not washed and brushed hair look.) he said to me: "Melanie, you are with three men (he and my sons) that love you. You are beautiful to us."<BR/><BR/>I know you can relate to that!! I have never forgotten that and never will. I RUINED their entire vacation but they did not complain. Thankfully, we had plenty of money so we could stay extra time in the hotels, instead of our original plans.<BR/><BR/>Ain't love grand? More than that, isn't G wonderful to give us such wonderful husbands???<BR/><BR/>Melanie<BR/><BR/>P. S. Kathleen will be home tomorrow and like you also, I do better when my six-some is all here! Looking forward to our week all together.Melanie Kefferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10661384779320431611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515389695579796669.post-49786123799672149432009-02-25T16:26:00.000+02:002009-02-25T16:26:00.000+02:00Glad you are feeling better!Glad you are feeling better!SevenSwansaswimminghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00230419287195162046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515389695579796669.post-60084937901441553042009-02-25T15:51:00.000+02:002009-02-25T15:51:00.000+02:00Oh, Sara! That's all I can say. I love you frien...Oh, Sara! That's all I can say. I love you friend. I love the part about the Polly Pockets (and them not having lunch. They survived just fine!). But, I did laugh about the Mary Ingalls part. Love that show and I love how your mind went immediately there! Counting the weeks (okay, still months at this point, but hope is good!) till we see you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com