I had A Doctor Appointment yesterday (bold and capitalized because I was scared). I still don't have an answer, but I am closer.
Also, I liked the doctor and he allayed some of my fears.
I just generally feel better about all of that.
Wednesday, Mark and I were in Katie's hospital room and I had a deck of cards I bought that had family conversation questions. I was asking them and we were discussing. (One question was who in the family would help you hide the body. Katie said Tabor, Mark said Morgan and I said Enoch--because he would have the equipment.)
I digress.
One of the questions asked, "What is a good thing about being part of this family?"
My answer was easy.
The way they rally around when the chips are down.
I have been grateful for the love and prayers of family lately.
I'm also grateful for the love and prayers of friends. It is a nice feeling to be surrounded by good people who show you love and kindness.
I haven't been blogging very regularly because I have felt out of sorts and overwhelmed and all the things.
I want to get back to it. I like it and after all, she who writes, writes history. I want to have my say! I am grateful to have a blog to record my life.
I'm grateful (terrified too) that school is starting. I love school and am a little bit excited but also not ready and my dreams illustrate that. Today my team is meeting at our house because our hallways are being waxed at school and we can't get in our classrooms. I'm also not ready for this meeting, but here I go anyway and I do have snacks.
I'm grateful for the progress Katie and Olivia are making, and still worried about them. It is a hard ordeal they are going through, especially Olivia. Tabor texted last night about their rocky day and included the levity Olivia added to the situations. They are so good and strong. Tabor is the perfect blend of pushing them and defending them protectively.
He's a good kid.
Speaking of good kids, you can only imagine the overtime Adam has been working lately keeping me afloat. I love him and I am so grateful for him.
I am grateful for the gospel of Jesus Christ. It is an anchor to me. I flail around and my courage falters at times, but it is always somewhere I can return to.
