I've had a whole bunch of stuff I've wanted to say. Every so often, usually in the shower, I get these great ideas about things I want to say on my blog, but of course, I can't bring the computer into the shower with me, so I forget. Even now, I'm trying to remember what it was.....
I had a dream a few weeks ago. In my dream, I was finally going to go to Italy. The vacation of my dreams. It was day of my departure, and I was at the airport, ready to board my flight, when I realized that I hadn't packed for the trip. I rushed home, packed a few things, ran back to the airport to discover I'd missed my flight. For some reason, in my dream this was the only chance I had to make it to Italy. I was too late.
Two nights ago, I had the same dream. Only this time I was going to Hawaii. I was leaving my husband and children behind. Again, I'd forgotten to pack. And again, I missed my flight.
I awoke with this looming sense that something big is about to happen, and I'm not prepared. And in light of all of my health problems lately, I couldn't help wondering if my time is coming. Or maybe Heavenly Father is just sending me a gentle reminder to shape up.
ps: this is me nearly dead. Thanks Peter for taking the picture.
I have been overwhelmed with all of the kind words, phone calls, dinners, emails and visits I have received from friends and neighbors who'd heard I was sick. I don't know how everyone knew (except for the fact that the Relief Society are notorious gossipers, and I haven't exactly been hiding it). I just want you all to know I really, truly appreciate it. You know who you are.
This weekend has been rough. C left me on Friday. Ok, he didn't leave me leave me. He just flew out to California to watch a baseball game. And a college football game. And an NFL football game.
I am a football widow.
Well, I guess when it rains, it pours. I had a test done on Friday, to see whether or not I have cancer. I don't have results yet, but needless to say, considering my recent dreams, I'm a little freaked. In addition, I haven't been feeling so great.
Then, last night, 15 minutes after I'd left my parents' house (because that's what I do, when my husband is out of town), I had the kids in the bath. Peter was climbing out, when she slipped, and hit the back of her head on the tile surrounding the bathtub. When, I heard the loud bang, and the instant scream, I ran into the bathroom (no I wasn't in there, don't judge me), to see blood and hair everywhere. She hit the side of the tub so hard, it actually cut her hair.
I rushed all the kids out to the car and headed to the emergency room. After several frantic phone calls to my mom, dad and C; my parents, bless their hearts, met me at the emergency room. Mom took KJ and TJ home and put them to bed at her house, while my Dad stayed with me and Peter at the hospital. My parents are the most supportive, loving people in the whole world. I love and appreciate them so much!
After waiting for infinity and beyond (almost 4 hours), Peter got 3 staples in her "brain" (as she puts it).
**************Then, this morning, I woke up bright and early to lead the ward choir in sacrament meeting. They sang Wilberg's arrangement of "Come Thou Fount," my all time favorite hymn. It was awesome!
Needless to say, I am exhausted.