I apologize, dear blog and dear readers, for my utter lack of attention to you... December was a bit of a blur and things are finally, one by one, settling down into their correct places and now I can actually think and process. And breathe. When I'm not coughing.
So here's the short version: we get the name of a surgeon for my dad, an appointment is scheduled, a surgery date is set, Christmas preparations go into overdrive, we celebrate Christmas in early December with my parents, they leave for MA, my brother flew in from Chicago, we drove out to MA, my dad had his surgery, Brian leaves, I leave, I come home to a husband who has just contracted the flu, Christmas baking ensues, wrapping is done at a breakneck pace, last minute gifts are bought, I develop a horrific chest cold and cough, Christmas Eve arrives, hair and makeup and clothes are styled, pictures are taken, hubby is still down for the count, Christmas Morning!! SANTA comes! My cough gets worse, trips to see my parents are delayed, my dad is discharged from the hospital but can't leave MA yet, Dan and I lie on the couch and try not to breathe on each other, New Year's Eve finds us home asleep in our jammies, I sound like I am coughing up at least a few lungs, maybe more, Dan and I take naps to try to recoup, the kids go back to school, my dad has an awesome followup appointment with the surgeon and gets the green light to come home, I start to feel a smidgen better, and today my mom and dad returned home.
Intermingled with all of that is lots of pretty pictures of my dolled up babies and lots of insights I gained about myself, prayer, community of believers, what God wants from us, and miracles.
Lots of posts to follow.