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It Was Even Flag Day

 After talking BIG for years, we finally took Parker and Maddy to New York.  But this post is only about one of our many sight seeing moments.  I'll get to the good stuff later.    

On June 14th, Flag Day, we took the subway to see the Statue of  Liberty.

(Sorry.  No pictures of us on the subway.) 

While on the subway, and riding southward sideways, I realized I had not taken my motion/car/slight movement sickness meds.

Headache.  Feeling slightly sicky.  But resolved to be strong and recover quickly because we were going to see the Statue of Liberty, dang it.  And on Flag Day, no less.  And you have to know, I LOVE the Statue of Liberty. LOVE.

As we walked towards the boat, I stopped dead in my tracks.  I don't know what I was thinking.  I obviously wasn't thinking.  I saw the boats, on the water, rocking. Violently.  And in what Aaron deemed my Oscar worthy "Best Drama" performance, I immediately broke into tears.

"I can't do it, Aaron.  I can't get on the boat!"

In my world, a rocking boat equals the emptying of my stomach.  Aaron asked if I took my meds.  I tell him I can't find them. ANYWHERE.  (And believe me, I had looked EVERYWHERE after we got off the subway.)  But Aaron opened my bag only to find them immediately.  (Because he is magic like that.)

So I take my meds, resolve again to be strong and "mind over matter" this thing.  Plus, I knew Aaron would be COMPLETELY mad at me if I didn't get on the boat, and see the statue. So I got on the boat.

Me. Near an open window. Just waiting for the inevitable. And what a sweetheart of a husband to make sure he got a picture of my crusty, grumpy, sick self.  


When we got to the island, I found a place to sit and not move. I couldn't even find it in me to walk to the actual statue. Even as I write, I feel so disappointed in myself.  But it was so bad.  At that moment, I hated the Statue of Liberty.  And the boat.  But here are Parker, Aaron, and Maddy so happy to be with Lady Liberty, and not their over dramatic sickly wife/stepmom. 

There she is.  In all her glory.  Thanks to Aaron for taking these pictures.  There is a 6 month wait if you want to visit the base, and the crown.  So plan accordingly. 


And up close.  Isn't she amazing?  Seriously so sad I didn't conquer my sea sickness on Flag Day.  Unbelievably lame and pathetic. But it was that bad. 

I later purchased a large diet coke, and immediately felt better. More New York to come.  Stay tuned.

p.s. we celebrated Aaron every day at home. Promise. (see May 14.)

Comments

brooke said…
I love you Mandee and I would have been right there with you on the bench (remember my boat tour of the Na Pali coast last year in Kauai?

I can't wait to hear more about the trip and see all the pictures!
Amy Coontz said…
My first trip to the Statue of Liberty, I fainted while waiting in line, so we didn't even get off the boat!

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