On New Years Day, Jeff and the kids and I got to go see Kyle and Lindsey's new house in Longwood for the first time! We are SO happy they live here now and they found a really great house too!
January 03, 2020
One day at the end of November, Jeff and I pulled into the Walmart parking lot with all four kids in tow. The plan was to drop me off there to secretly grab a couple of Christmas gifts for the kids while Jeff took them to run another errand. As the truck came to a stop, I suddenly realized I had managed to forget to bring shoes! Something my kids (*cough* mostly Jade *cough*) have done several times in the past. If we're being honest though, they got that tendency somewhere and it wasn't from their father. I don't like shoes.
I quickly scanned the truck for abandoned shoes with no luck, but as I looked up, I spotted what appeared to be a red Adidas slide on a light pole a few parking spaces away. I pointed and said, "Shoe! Is it just one? Can you drive over there?" A second one came into view! "Shoes! Two shoes!" They turned out to be enormous cheap knock offs of Adidas slides, but you better believe I popped those babies on and wore them into the store!
Fast forward to this day a month or so later, and I did. it. again! I reminded all the kids to make sure they had their shoes as we headed out the door to grab doughnuts and head to the library. I was sure I had a pair of my own in the car. Not so. In the parking lot at Shipley's we found an extra pair of Blake's shoes in the car, but that wasn't going to cut it. The kids didn't want to lose library time by driving all the way back home, so Luke suggested he could squeeze into Blake's shoes and I could squeeze into his. I was skeptical, but we gave it a shot. Guess what? I was able to put Luke's shoes all the way on and tie them! What?? WHEN did he get so big?? Sure, they were a little snug, but still! I wear a size 8.5 in women's. Turns out Luke's shoes are the equivalent of a women's 7.5. This boy is going to pass me up before I know it! And at least in this moment, I'm not even sad about it. I LOVE the young man he is becoming! So so proud of him.
When I sent this picture to Jeff to show him how crazy it is we have a kid this big, he just responded, "Did you forget your shoes again??" Haha! Can't we just ignore that part?
One of my happiest mom moments is looking in the rear-view mirror on the way home from the library and seeing all of my kids reading the whole drive home! All of my babies LOVE reading (McKenna is TBD, but she loves to look at books and to be read to). It makes me so happy! On this day, we went right out to the backyard when we got home and read books to Tyr in the beautiful weather.
The kids particularly loved "The Book With No Pictures" by B.J. Novak.
January 04, 2020
I started a new session of soccer in the HWSA at the beginning of December. I had been playing in the league intermittently for a little over a year. The format is just games once a week, no practices, for 7 or 8 week sessions. I haven't written much down about my experience so here's a quick overview:
- I started with an 8 week introductory clinic where we typically played 4 on 4 or 5 on 5 with the help of a few Over 40 players. I did much better than I expected considering I hadn't played since I was a teenager and I had played almost exclusively goalie and only recreational soccer. At the end, I had the bizarre experience of being fought over by a couple of the players in the league as they good-naturedly argued over whose team I would join. Never thought I'd have that experience!
- I joined a few awesome ladies I'd met in the league to play a session of indoor soccer. The team was made up of mostly Over 40 players with a few younger additions. I was by far the most inexperienced. My teammates were so incredibly encouraging and patient with me. The games were 8 on 8 and it was an adjustment learning how to navigate the field and be in the right place at the right time. It was much more difficult than playing on a much smaller field with half the players and my inexperience and weaknesses were exposed by that. I learned a lot and improved. I scored one goal and got official credit on the score sheet. It was awesome!
- Months later, I was given permission to join a "beginners" team that included a variety of ages, but would play in the Over 40 session. There were two of these beginners teams. We had a few more under 40 players, but our lack of experience balanced our overall younger age. It was outdoor 8 on 8 and I still had a lot to learn, but I gradually got more comfortable and confident navigating the field and understanding how to move with my team. I still have a lot to learn, but by the end of the season, I had improved quite a bit and I was so happy with how much more comfortable I was. I ended the season tied for the second highest scorer in the session. That had a lot to do with my higher level of attendance and great passes from my teammates, but I was really grateful to have learned and grown so much from the first confusing, overwhelming time I stepped into a real game.
I was thrilled to be invited to rejoin my beginners team in the over 40 league starting at the beginning of February. Unfortunately, I would later find to my great disappointment that I would be unable to play. Next time!
Bethany, Becca and Greg are so busy all the time, but we managed to snag them for a cousin movie night and sleepover on this night. They stayed up late watching movies in the theater.
January 05, 2020
Jade, Blake and McKenna were all OUT during Sacrament meeting at church the next day. Luke just "rested his eyes."
McKenna and I were riding to the school to pick the other kids up. She was very quiet in the bike trailer and then said, "Mom, I was praying for Jesus."
"Oh, what were you praying about?"
"Just that I wanted to give him some flowers."
This is the first I've known that she's understood when we've explained to the kids about personal prayers and silent prayers ❤
January 07, 2020
Preschool always ends a week earlier than the elementary school and starts back up a week later because the highschoolers have finals before breaks and they need to prepare for the preschool kids the week they get back to school. McKenna is always bummed to have to wait a week after her siblings to go back to school. She couldn't be sad this day though because we went to feed the Houston Mounted Patrol horses with her good friend Kendree and my good friend Carlee. It was a good day.
That afternoon, Jade was scratching Jeff's back, then stopped and said, "Hold on, I'm pausing to get a toot out."
Jeff laughs, "What?"
"I'm just working on a toot."
Jeff laughs, "What?"
"I'm just working on a toot."
Lindsey and I took McKenna to see Spies in Disguise while her siblings were at school. It was a cute movie. I just love having Lindsey around to go to midday movies with!
After school, Luke asked if his good friends, Zach and Liam, could come over. I texted their moms and both got the green light. We were excited to get Liam's little brother Ian too -- He's the twins' age. The kids all had a blast riding the RipRider 360 drifting bikes my parents got the kids for Christmas all over the sports court, jumping on the trampoline, running around with Tyr, and playing video games. It was so fun hearing the cute conversations and near constant laughter coming from the dinner table that night.
January 09, 2020
McKenna and I went for a long bike ride to Walmart and the 'Pirate Ship Park.' While she still gets shy sometimes, preschool has really helped her learn to make friends.
January 10, 2020
There was a dead rabbit in the road on our way to school (clearly run over by a car). McKenna couldn't stop talking about it while she rode her scooter home and Tyr and I ran alongside her. I finally said, "Let's stop talking about sad things like bunnies being hit by cars. Let's talk about something happy -- like Easter! You guys were talking about that yesterday, right? There's Easter baskets and Easter egg hunts --"
McKenna: "The Easter bunny got hit by a car."
Me: "What??"
McKenna: "Remember? In the movie.[Hop]"
All I could do was crack up. She was absolutely right. I was trying to change the subject, but clearly I was just setting her up to bring it right back to bunnies being hit by cars. 🤣
January 11, 2020
We arrived at Six Flags before the park opened. When we got inside, Jeff and the younger kids took off for Roadrunner Express and Luke and I ran all the way to the back of the park and were first in line for Joker. Joker almost always has a long line, so we were pretty pleased to just walk right on.
McKenna used up some of her remaining Christmas money on a little toy dog in one of the park stores. It came with a small bag of bone shaped candy, which she sweetly shared among her siblings.
January 13, 2020
Note from Jade to me the day after I wore a dress she thought was very 'pritee' to church.
January 14, 2020
Jade wants to be a meteorologist, possibly influenced by watching Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs a few times recently.
January 15, 2020
Found this cool mushroom on my run in Bridgeland.
January 16, 2020
I got to read to Blake's class and just before we went, McKenna and I stopped by the Crumbl cookies store some family friends just opened near us. It was fun to surprise the kids with cookies when they got home from school.
January 18, 2020
McKenna and Blake were fighting so I pulled out a jar of popsicle sticks I made a few years ago. Each stick has something nice each sibling has to do for the sibling they were fighting with. McKenna picked 'Give them one of your toys to play with for the day.' She said, "I'll just pick one I don't like and he can keep it forever." She clarified that it would be one she doesn't like, but he does like when she realized that didn't sound very generous. Blake chose the 'Name three things you like about them' stick and said, "Well .. she likes to fight with me." I said, "No, nice things." He replied so sincerely, "But I like fighting with her." Haha not sure whether or not that was a success. At least they weren't fighting anymore!
January 20, 2020
Another Six Flags day! McKenna almost always chooses cotton candy for her daily snack allowance. And that is over options like a huge funnel cake topped with ice cream, a big soft serve ice cream with topping, etc. She really likes her cotton candy!
Pulling faces for the camera
When McKenna and Jade were on the Roadrunner Express roller coaster with Jeff, the employee on Jade's side checking all the restraints was a teenage boy and the one on McKenna's side was a girl. McKenna was teasing Jade that she had a boy on her side and Jade said, "Stop saying that. Actually, it's a cute boy … I want to marry him."
Found a couple of quarters at the bottom of my bag to feed the fish. Worth it!
Crashed for the long, late night drive home per usual
January 22, 2020
Running in the rain, l love it (as long as I'm prepared with a zip lock bag to protect my phone)!
Cutie waiting behind the school for her siblings to come out.
January 23, 2020
We were all so excited for my parents to arrive for a short visit. Their flight got in at 2:30pm and I know we had a lovely night with them, but I don't remember what we did. The only thing I remember is that my mom and I talked about doing some light decorating in my house full of blank walls and shelves, and Jeff and my dad talked about putting some book shelves up in the room at the top of the stairs, which we wanted to turn into a game room/library.
January 24, 2020
Late morning, with the three older kids at school, my mom and I decided to go up to the attic and start pulling out all of the photos and decor that have been neglected since we moved in a year and a half earlier. She was going to help me find places to hang them and then we would go out to get frames for those that needed them and a few items to decorate the entertainment center and mantle in the family room.
My mom stood on the ladder and I passed her everything I could find. I told her that was the last of it and she climbed down to join McKenna, who was waiting at the bottom, helping us gather everything. I started to follow, but stopped when I noticed a box in the far back corner of the attic space.
I hurried to get a peek at what was inside, hoping it would be books or keepsakes, so I wouldn't have to unpack another box. In my hurry to just catch a glimpse inside the box, I tried to step over the large Christmas tree bag sitting lengthwise on the edge of the plywood floor, but there wasn't enough space next to the bag, so most of my foot landed on the edge of the bag itself and quickly slipped off the edge of the plywood.
It happened so fast that I don't know exactly how it happened. Obviously my right foot went first where it slipped off the plywood, but my poor mother has the image of me falling through the drywall back first, with my legs and arms in the air permanently seared in her memory. I'm not sure how I ended up in that position. I don't remember feeling any resistance or hitting any 2x4s on my way through.
Instinctively, I was not expecting to fall straight through so easily. I assumed the 2x4s were closer together and that they would break my fall, but I don't even remember feeling them. The first thing I felt was the impact with the banister, which I hit on my way down. I heard my mom scream my name just before i hit it and the tone of her voice told me I was in serious trouble. The left back side of my ribcage connected with the banister and I was flipped upside down, headed for the tile below. I remember catching a glimpse of the stairs, understanding a little better where I was and putting both arms above my head to catch myself. My shoulder got scraped on the wall below the railing before I flipped over to land on my side on the tile.
My dad and Jeff appeared above me almost immediately as I tried to breathe through the sudden intense pain. I could see the hole in the ceiling above me and I could not believe how far up it was. When I could speak, I said, "I can't tell how hurt I am." Looking up at where I had fallen from, it seemed like I must be significantly injured, but all I could feel was the sharp pain in my back and the burning of the scrape on my shoulder.
My instinct was to assure all of the worried faces around me that I was okay. I think I suggested I could probably get in the car to drive to the hospital, but they of course quickly insisted that I stay down in case of serious injuries we may not be aware of. Jeff called 911.
While I did stay down as suggested, it was starting to get really painful to lie flat on my back, so I carefully turned onto my right side to take pressure off the injured left side of my back.
I tried to assure my poor, sweet McKenna that I was okay. My mom held her on the couch across the room. She seemed terrified. I talked to her very calmly, but she didn't seem convinced. Days later I would find out for sure that she saw the whole fall when she described it to me. I asked her if I could hug her and my mom tried to bring her over to me, but the closer they got, the more terrified she seemed. She was looking wildly around at all of the insulation on the floor around me and seemed petrified at the idea of touching it or me. She clung to her Grandma and cried in fear. It was so awful. I'm truly so sorry to have put her through that. Although if I can find humor in anything all these months later, it's the thought that all the white, fluffy insulation around me may have led McKenna to believe that I exploded like a teddy bear.
My wonderful dad assured me that I could relax. He and my mom would take care of the kids and everything that needed to be done. He and Jeff gave me a sweet blessing while we waited for the ambulance. Jeff gave the blessing. I wish I could remember what exactly he said. I just know it was full of love and comfort and I felt so grateful for him and for my Heavenly Father in that moment.
My immediate reaction to the paramedics arrival was embarrassment. I think I even said, "This is silly." Obviously falling from the second story attic warrants an ambulance, but my injuries felt relatively minor and I was totally cognitively present and aware. It didn't feel like an emergency. I sheepishly said hi as the paramedics came through the door. They said hi back, looking and sounding pretty confused at my lack of obvious injuries.
I think when the EMTs and paramedics got a look at size of our house from the outside, they were curious to see the height of my fall, because I was quickly surrounded by what seemed like an excessive number of them, squeezing in to get a look up at the hole in the ceiling. One said, "Woah, that's got to be 30 feet!" I took his word for it at the time, but would later find out it was only 20 or so. It still looks way taller than that, so I can understand why he overestimated it!
I was quickly checked over for breaks and internal bleeding, but nothing alarming was found, so the paramedic looking me over asked if I was able to sit up. I was eager to give it a try, but quickly realized I was not going to be able to do it with my stomach muscles alone. I put my hands out for help and the two paramedics at my sides offered their arms for me to use, but made sure not to pull me up at all. It was easy to sit up on my own using my arms to pull me up. They put a neck brace on me and continued to check me over.
The stretcher soon arrived and I was helped to lie back on the board. I think there may have been firemen present at this point too, but I didn't try to differentiate between them. There were just a lot of bodies in my entryway and family room. The man at my head was a bit older than the rest and had a great accent that made me think of my Irish grandpa, and smile. Now, thinking back on it, I'm not sure if the man had an Irish or Scottish accent. I don't remember what my assessment of it was at the time. But I do remember him instructing the other men at my sides to adjust me on the board and then laughing when I did it myself. "We're supposed to do that," he said.
Once I was thoroughly strapped down, they lifted me onto the stretcher, which made me pretty nervous. They didn't seem intimidated by my warning that I'm not light and moved me easily. I guess they must do it a lot or something.
As I was wheeled out the door, I heard a familiar voice say, "Amy's here." It was my awesome neighbor and friend. I said, "Hi Amy! I'm okay!" She replied, "Yep, I can see that."
When they put me in the ambulance the driver asked if he should turn the lights on for the drive. The paramedic riding in the back of the ambulance with me said, "She fell 30 feet, yeah, turn the lights on."
Jeff followed the ambulance to the hospital. On the way, I chatted with the paramedic and he periodically pressed on my stomach to check for internal bleeding. When he called in to the ER to let them know we were coming, the person on the other end seemed baffled by his description of my condition after he described my accident and he had to repeat himself for confirmation. He explained that he'd never arrived on the scene of a falling accident when there weren't immediately obvious broken bones before me.
At the hospital, I could hear Jeff, but couldn't see him with my neck brace and head strapped to the board as they wheeled me into one of the trauma rooms.
I tried to convince the medical personnel to let me take off my shirt so they wouldn't have to cut it off -- it was one of my favorite t-shirts, the one I got from girls camp 6 months earlier -- but they refused, saying they couldn't take off my neck brace. So sad.*
The whole time I was at the hospital, I was met with amazement and disbelief at what good condition I was in considering what had happened. The ER doctor kept letting out little chuckles of delighted amazement and almost seemed disappointed to find out that I had in fact broken a few bones. The paramedic that checked me over at the house and rode with me in the ambulance had said he couldn't feel any breaks and my bones may just be bruised, so I was still holding out some hope for the insane level of miracle that would allow me to keep my life-long clean record of no broken bones even after a 20+ foot fall. Alas, I had broken six: two ribs where I hit the banister and four transverse processes (the little wing like bones on both sides of the spine) from how suddenly and unnaturally my body bent sideways on impact. The doctor was quick to point out though that the fractures were only cracks, no displaced breaks, which must be why the paramedic couldn't feel them. They would heal on their own.
Since I seemed to be doing well, the doctor asked if I wanted to try walking. I jumped right on that chance to be sent home to enjoy what was left of my parents' short visit. I REALLY didn't want to waste any more time in the hospital.
I had no issues walking down the hall and back unassisted. The doctor came back into the room chuckling again and said, "You are tough, I have to say" and informed me I had essentially 'passed the test,' so they could start preparing the paperwork to discharge me from the hospital. Such great news!
Jeff caught me on my awkward turn around, but I was actually moving pretty well when I was walking straight. Before the accident, I had been dealing with some minor plantar fasciitis in my left foot, likely from overcompensating for 6 months after my right knee injury. I had been able to just ignore it up to that point, but for some reason the fall really irritated it and between that and the broken bones being on my left side, I limped for a solid week.
They moved Jeff and I to a small room down the hall while we waited to be discharged.
After a while I asked Jeff to look down the hall for a restroom. He saw one very close by as soon as he stuck his head out the door. Since I had already proven I could walk on my own just fine, I headed down the hall and Jeff waited in the room in case the nurse or doctor came back to talk to us.
It all went fine until I stood up to wash my hands.
The nurse thinks I tensed up and held my breath in anticipation of the pain that would come from standing up, which stimulated the Vegas Nerve, cutting off blood flow to the brain and causing me to lose consciousness.
I felt it coming as I stood at the sink -- crap. I quickly opened the door and said, "Jeff, I'm gonna pass out, come here." I started to sit down and blacked out as soon as Jeff helped me the rest of the way to the floor.
I remember briefly regaining consciousness and seeing nothing but Jeff's blue basketball shorts in front of my eyes because I had landed face down in his lap.
The next thing I remember, I was back in the little room in a wheelchair and a doctor was calling my name, asking, "Are you back with us?" I could hear him, but I couldn't see him yet, so I just said, "Kinda.." This isn't the first time I've been woken up groggy after blacking out and it always feels like the understandably urgent person waking me up is being really pushy when my brain is slowly coming back online. I just want to say, "Give me a second, will ya?" **
Well, they got me back in bed, slapped a big red "FALL RISK" bracelet on me, and told me I would have to stay the night in the hospital. *Sigh*
I had an awesome nurse who said as she put the bracelet on me, "To be fair, you have fallen twice today."
"Fair enough," I had to give her that.
I spent the rest of my 24 hour hospital stay pretty bored.
Jeff went home. He and my dad put in the shelves as planned and they turned out fantastic.
My mom took McKenna to help her pick out picture frames and decor -- a nice distraction from a traumatic morning. And they did such a beautiful job.
I answered texts and messages from sweet concerned family members and friends, and tried not to laugh at my hilarious husband and siblings. When Jeff sent the video of me walking at the hospital, Patrick pointed out that this is a "pretty standard miracle" for me at this point. My poor over-worked guardian angels! 😬
Jeff sent this clip from Gone in 60 Seconds and Ammon responded with this gif:
Hilarious people are both a blessing and a curse when you have broken ribs.
That night, my mom came to visit me and bring me a few things. She showed up when I was past due for pain killers and had to make a trip to the restroom. That was the most pain I'd been in since arriving at the hospital. Thankfully it only got better from there.
Just like after having all my babies, I took as little pain killers as I could. Some might think I'm trying to prove I'm tough by doing that, but really I just don't like putting more medication in my body than necessary and I think I also want to at least be able to feel a little of what's going on to stay aware of it. I'm not 100% sure what's behind it, it's just how I've always felt.
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*A few weeks after the accident, I asked my friend Rosie if there were any extra girls camp shirts since she had been the one to order them, but there were none. Amy happened to be there to overhear that conversation. She and Rosie were the only other Young Women's leaders from our ward who had been at camp with me.
A couple of weeks after that, my sweet sister-in-law, Lindsey organized a surprise breakfast brunch for me at Renita's and Amy came. In her gift to me, there there was a nice jar of bath salts --wrapped in a girls camp shirt! She gave me hers! I'm wearing it as I type this. I just love Amy.
**Every other time I've passed out has been because my body apparently doesn't naturally signal me that I'm thirsty nearly enough. I gradually became severely dehydrated to the point of losing consciousness on a few occasions between the ages of 20 and 22 before I figured out that was why it was happening. It hasn't happened since.
January 25, 2020
The next day I had several doctors and nurses come by my room, all amazed by my miraculously good condition. My nurse asked me to show the photo of where I fell from to everyone who came in.
I was so grateful to be able to get out of bed and sit up in a chair with a pillow behind me all morning and take a monitored walk around the hospital floor.
I was given the all clear to call Jeff to come pick me up at lunch time. The nurse who came to take me downstairs in a wheelchair walked in, paused, and said, "Wait, are you the super hero?" I had no idea what to say. She apologized for "fangirling" and said she had heard all about me. It was simultaneously awkward and hilarious.
Look what a great job my Mom did decorating my family room! It made me happy every time I walked into the room for my whole recovery.
We hung the mirror up after I got home and officially approved it.
My family treated me so well when I got home. My sweet Luke kept trying to do every little thing for me so I wouldn't strain myself. He was pretty glued to my side and kept telling me over and over again, "I'm so happy you're okay."
January 26, 2020
I said so many prayers of gratitude in the hospital, realizing just how bad this accident could have been. And when I got home I learned the outcome was even more miraculous than I realized. When I stood directly under the hole in the ceiling I was over a foot away from the banister I hit on the way down, and yet, somehow I hit it in the middle of my back. If the banister hadn't have broken my fall, I would have fallen the full distance onto my back and head on the tile. That miracle saved my life.
Jeff also showed me where the section of banister I landed on had been pushed several inches into the wall below it. He and my dad had fixed it. Crazy that I hit it hard enough to do that and it only cracked my ribs. I'm so grateful.
Jeff wasted no time finding someone to patch up the drywall.
When Jeff realized this man had a 9 year old son waiting outside in his truck, he invited the boy to play basketball with him in the backyard. It was pretty sweet.
It was sad to say goodbye to my parents when I spent such a short time with them, but I was so grateful for all they did for me, Jeff and the kids while they were here.
This was a pretty rough night. I think it stemmed from my determination to bounce back quickly from the accident so on top of the stress I'd caused him, all of my responsibilities wouldn't also fall on Jeff. I couldn't sleep while those worries raced through my head and then the pain started to pick up and exacerbate the problem. It became clear that I couldn't just will myself better by pretending I already was.
My parents were gone and my sweet mother in law had insisted on getting my kids ready for school and driving them there and back all week, but I would still have McKenna during the day and Jeff would have to come home from long days at work to take care of the kids and the house with little help from me.
January 27, 2020
I woke up exhausted and stressed. I turned to my Heavenly Father in prayer and before I could even finish, I heard text notifications start coming through on my phone. I was in tears as I read through text after text of offers to take McKenna, bring food, run errands, and anything else I might stand in need of. So many wonderful people being my literal answers to prayer.
When I walked out of the room Renita had already packed lunches and backpacks and was planning to keep McKenna for me. She's an angel.
The yummiest dinner from my friend Andrea.
The kids loved it!
I was able to rest all day and later talk through and process my thoughts and feelings with Jeff and it made a world of difference. I slept over 10 hours that night
January 28, 2020
This day was full of angels lovingly serving me and my family.
Renita got the kids ready and took them to school.
My good friend Carlee took McKenna to preschool and then came right back to my house to keep me company until preschool pickup, which she also did for me. Afterward, she came back to jailbreak McKenna and I. It felt amazing to get out of the house. Carlee bought us Chick Fil A and then hung out with me while I laid on her couch and the kids played. Her kindness really meant so much to me.
In the afternoon my friend Sarah and her husband Matt actually came over and gave Tyr a bath for me since I can't do it! Seriously.
Becca and Kate Taylor dropped off a delicious dinner.
Luke had a Destination Imagination meeting and his leader, Jen, kindly brought him home for us so Jeff could get the other kids to bed at that time.
One of the sweet girls in my church class dropped of homemade banana bread with her mom, my good friend Julie.
That was almost immediately followed by a Half Baked cookie delivery from our great friends, the McCurdys.
Not to mention my sweet kids and husband serving me whenever they could all day.
Our family scripture study that night led to a discussion about God not keeping hard things from happening in our lives, but giving us the strength and means to face and persevere through them, and how we can be that means and the answer to prayer for others. I'm so grateful to my friends and family for being such great examples to me and my kids.
Before the accident, I had plans to get my kids out of school early to meet Lindsey, one of my oldest friends, and her family at a wolf sanctuary. Sadly, when the day came, I wasn't quite up for that yet, but the Harmers adjusted their plans and came to visit me. They brought me gorgeous flowers, we chatted, the kids played out back. It was wonderful. I just love this family.
Renita offered to come back over after dinner so Jeff and I could get away on a quick date to Chick Fil A. You know, because she wasn't doing enough with the dishes and backpacks and rides to and from school. Love her.
So it's no mystery where Jeff learned to serve so selflessly. He's been doing it our whole marriage. I'll never be able to thank him enough or repay him for all he does for me.
January 31, 2020
This was one of a couple of days that my sweet friend, Whitney came and took McKenna for several hours for me. McKenna had the best time and I appreciated the rest and peace of mind so much.
I'm pretty sure this day was was also one of multiple times Carlee came over and cleaned my house for me. I mean, come on. I have been blessed with great friends.
