Well. I am not even sure where to begin. I looked back at my illustrious blogging carreer thus far, & I have not made a post since May 6, 2021…7 1/2 weeks since I graced the internet with my thoughts. There has just been a lot of, well, LIFE, going on…which has shut down any bandwidth I require to create cogent sentences worthy of sharing. I shall try to bridge that last post with today’s, so grab whatever beverage floats your boat (mine is copious amounts of coffee) & settle in.
At the time of my last post, I was eagerly looking forward to a vacation with my 2 daughters, daughter-in-law, & my 7 grandbabies. To quote Charles Dickens, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” And to quote Inigo Montoya, “Let me ‘splain, no…there is too much…let me sum up.”
Let the summary begin. We had a fantastic trip. My girls (my daughter-in-law is also my girl), are my inner circle…my favorite people…& I loved every minute with them. My grandchildren are one of God’s richest blessings to me, & I drank in every minute we spent together. We made great memories. The babies are 6, 5, 3, 2, 2, 2, & 7 months. Two of the 2’s are identical twins. There was never-ending entertainment, laughter, & diapers. The kiddos LOVED the water. They loved the sand. These were the best of times. The end.
Oh, but that is not the end. There was also the never-ending barfing. You see, 6 of the 11 of us were hit with a stomach bug. This bug was tricky. We would be eating a meal, everyone seemingly ok, & suddenly someone would barf on the table. Or, (my personal favorite), we would be en route somewhere & someone would barf in their car seat. Honorable mention goes to the bed-barfing & beach-barfing episodes. Hence, the worst of times. I am pretty sure we did the most laundry any of us has done in all our combined years of parenting. It was special.
The week ended with an ER visit for my youngest daughter who was hit especially hard. I was the last to fall. All thanks go out to my husband & 2 sons-in-law, who drove 10 hours overnight…to then turn around & drive us back home. It was a great bonding experience for us all. I am already planning next year’s trip. For real.
While I was in Florida, we lost our 21 yr. old cat, Callie. On June 14, we lost our 13 yr. old dog, Waldo. When my heart can take it I will eulogize them both. They are so very worthy to be remembered.
Two weeks ago my husband & I flew 2 hrs. to go to church & lunch with our son & his family. That was so cool. Can’t wait to go again soon. The drive is 4 hrs. Flying gives us the opportunity to make some short day trips in between our longer weekend trips. Someday I will share my personal transformation in the realm of air travel. It is good stuff & I never want to forget.
I have spent the rest of this month pretty well consumed with the daily grind of running our 21 yr. old business, while working to shut down a side hustle. I have fought discouragement with both businesses for 2 weeks now. Definitely a story for another day. I have 2 root canals to look forward to this week. Life is so, so good. No…it really is…work & root canals notwithstanding. We went to the baptism of our twin, 2 yr. old granddaughters this morning, & even though they screamed & wrestled their poor parents on stage…whilst their 3 yr. old sister swung from the altar…my heart was brimming over…with joy, gratitude, & yes…even laughter. We will all look back on this day & realize what a great story was unfolding before us. Everyday is material for memories. Till next time…
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