To say that I was completely blown away by the thoughtfulness from your comments in my last post is an understatement. I felt compassion and empathy from so many of you that I wished we could all get together and have our own pity party—or at least have a giant get-together celebrating the fact that we’ve all been there or will be there some day. Please know how much each and every comment means to me; I really thank you all from the bottom of my heart.
The official Christmas holiday has come and gone, but I’m looking forward to our Christmas re-do that we will hopefully have later this week. (PLEASE Air Force, stop giving everyone the run-around and just send them home already; you sent one crew home before Christmas, now send the other home before New Years.)
Unfortunately, I didn’t really enjoy Christmas, not because my husband was away, but because I’ve been pretty sick. On Christmas Eve Eve (Thursday) I spent five hours coughing, sneezing, aching, and running fever after fever at the urgent care only to find out that I have the flu. Merry Christmas to me, right? Let me tell you, there’s nothing like being diagnosed with the flu to make a 27-year-old woman retreat to acting and feeling like a seven-year-old little girl. While I wish my husband was by my side, there’s nothing like a mother’s touch when you’re sick; I was very thankful to be home.
As I’m writing this I’m looking at our presents stacked underneath our tree, still waiting to be opened. In a way, it’s kind of fitting that I got sick and couldn’t really enjoy the holidays as much as I would’ve liked. With the exception of getting a migraine every month, I’ve been healthy for more than two years, so this has completely knocked me out. Anyway, I’m excited for a Christmas re-do, whenever we have it.
But in the mean time, I wanted to leave you with something pretty special to me. It’s a home video from about 20 years ago and makes me and my husband smile, so I thought I’d share it with you, too.