A Rose In My Path
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
My, my, my...I'm not a slacker, really. Really I'm not.
I've just have crazy excuses as to why I'm not losing weight. Getting exercise or just eating healthy.
During the months of November and December, I had three sick girls in succession.
My first Christmas without my Dad. It was his favourite time of the year.
With DD1 and DD2 sick during that time, it just didn't feel like we had the energy to go all out and try to make it a memorable time.
We finally got a phone call saying that my DS finally has an appointment for a surgery he was on a waiting list for over three years. End of January...yay!
I wish I had news of me being full of spunk, energy and a get 'er done attitude. Only I didn't. I have been tired. I have been trying to keep it together. I'm exhausted. I'm trying to be supermom, yet I wish I could shut the bedroom door, have a fruit salad and watch t.v. for hours and not be bothered by anyone.
Yet, I have been going through the motions. I have been the Mom, the sister, the daughter and the wife.
My DH knows I've been struggling and he has been nothing but a saint. He actually would make supper for a few weeks straight, after working all day.
Then Friday, after I got the girls to school, I was in the house for maybe five minutes and I got a call.
My DH, the love of my life...was on the line and all he said was, "I'm hurt. I fell. I know I broke my wrist."
I could hear the pain in his voice. He was working by himself, and the scaffolding he set up on the stairs and was checking it to see if it was safe he could reach what he needs to do...the wheel unlocked and down the stairs he went. OMG.
Long story short, he's gong to be fine. After the drama of calling an ambulance, having him stitched up and then taken to a bigger hospital for a CT scan and then to stretch out his S shaped wrist then surgery.
I brought him home Sunday afternoon.
He's in pain, he's bumped and bruised and healing lacerations.
During all of that, he kept telling me he loved me, that I am the best, that there is no one on this planet like me.
All I could do was thank God he is still with me. That he could say all that and that I could sit and listen, comfort, lend a hand and just soak in his presence.
Of course I love him. There is no one else like him. There will never be anyone else like him.
So, yeah, Spark buddies, I'm busy, I'm not taking time for me, but I am taking time for him.
Another twist on my path of life. Another rose around the bend. A fresh rose with dew upon it with a sweet, sweet smell.
Take care my friends. Know that I do think of all of you everyday. Wanting to come on the site, but knowing I just don't have the time.
Be well. I'm still here.