Broken crayons still color.
In the past 2 weeks, QS has taken 2 personal days
off work and cancelled weekend work projects. That is huge
. My workaholic husband is voluntarily calling in and making the choice to not work, even though there is 100 different projects to work on. I cannot tell you how much that speaks to me. Might seem stupid to some. But to me, it's huge.
We haven't done anything big or fancy. Just been doing chores around the house, yard work, grocery shopping, lunch together while the kids were at Nana's, went to Nashville and acted like a couple tourists with the General Lee. But ya know, these moments don't have to be big or fancy. It's these small, simple moments that are like cool water on a parched garden.
I think we were both reminded of a couple things. Unplanned, casual days are absolutely fabulous. Staying up half the night giggling over stupid stuff is fun. Kisses in the rain are completely underrated. We feel comfortable with one another. And we really, really do love being in one another's company.
It's kind of hectic around here. DD7 and I are still in treatment. The treatments make me feel sick/sore. QS has been incredibly patient and understanding. If we can hang on just a little bit longer, treatment will be over, and I'll be good as gold.
There are some financial decisions we're faced with that scare me to death. But I'm trying to be a big girl and just face it as it comes. QS has pretty much let me chose what I want. It's very daunting. The practical side of me is warring with the "ohhhh, live a little" side of me. I'm scared to make the "wrong" choice since so many of my past choices have been wrong.
Just dealing with it all as it comes.
"Courage is being scared to death and saddling up anyway." - J. Wayne