There were a few times that I sat down to write
and just had nothing,
mainly because I was tired.
But's it's been a very busy few weeks,
full of celebrations,
and a few kind-of-scary-yet-exciting things.
PJ turned 5 years old, and we celebrated with our families.
I can not believe that my son is 5.
How did that happen?
We enjoyed Thanksgiving with my parents,
Marla and Steve,
and my Aunt Sandi.
Pete was even able to enjoy dinner before he headed to work.
PJ performed songs from his newly-acquired repertoire of
Songs About Turkeys.
The long weekend was a busy one.
PJ went back to school,
everyone went back to work,
and my sister was admitted to the hospital
for a double mastectomy.
The surgery was "easy"
in that there were no surprises,
her body cooperated,
and all of her pathology reports came back clean.
A huge decision that will hopefully have a worthwhile payout.
She is coming home tomorrow sore, but healing.
There is so much to talk about
and so many stories to tell.
But being tired has taken some of my focus,
so the stories will have to wait another day.
For now, I am thankful for so many things;
for my smart, brave, amazing five year old son,
for my little family,
and for my insanely brave sister.
Time for bed.