Our weekend was spent at home, enjoying my last few days before heading back to work
on Monday. Friends and family came in and out, bringing with them large dishes full of
home cooked food. My cousin helped me clean the house from top to bottom, unpacking
the last of our suitcases and putting all the odds and ends away. Jessica brought us
more wound care supplies so that I would not have to go out to the pharmacy, AGAIN.
My dad mowed the lawn, Chase took out the trash, our neighbor fed the dogs. This time
has shown us the real meaning of community. It has brought the people in our lives
together and revealed to us how blessed we are to have so many loving people in our
lives. Shawn and I rarely ask for help and have always prided ourselves in
being independent, both of us living on our own since we graduated high school. But
this time has forced us to swallow our pride and accept the help that has been so
graciously offered, it has enabled us to actually feel and experience love, to allow the
people around us to be just a little bit closer.
And so we lounged and napped and rocked new baby cousins. Shawn and I drank
blueberry tea in bed and caught up on our neglected DVR. We soaked up the last of
my vacation days from work, cherishing this time and enjoying each other. I spent most
of Sunday night worried about my return to work this week, unsure of how I will balance
it all, concerned about our finances, worried about my husband and how he will manage
at home while I am away. But then he wrapped me in his arms, one strong and
ferocious, one bandaged and bruised, and told me not to worry. We've come this far, the
rest of the way is one step closer to the light at the end of the tunnel.