While I am all for reflection and taking life lessons away of the events from your life, sometimes I think there are moments that are better left unquestioned. Sometimes the best thing to do is just move forward and be thankful that you're breathing on the other side of whatever happened.
Jason came home on Tuesday, and even though his flight was an hour late (drat you Chicago O'Hare and your constant tardiness!), it was still amazing to have him home. The girls were determined to stay up until he got home, and Sydney, bless her, managed to stay awake until midnight, but as soon as she got in the car to drive to the airport it was too much to keep her eyes open. She felt like a real trooper though, exhausted as she was.
And the joy of having Jason home was enough to carry us through two grueling days of moving out of our third-floor apartment in Salem. Up and down stairs, hauling, packing, aching muscles--and even though we are now all moved up to Washington, we've still been moving stuff around the house here. Let me tell you, if I ever have to move a Tempur-pedic matress again it will be too soon. Mattresses are hard enough, but Tempur-pedics? As my dad used to say when he was a professional mover: they're like carrying a fat woman full of beer. Ridiculously unwieldy. Meh.
The details of Thursday, however, get a little less filled with joy. As Jason was moving the cover for our bbq, he unfortunately also moved a nest of yellow jackets who then moved with great force and anger at Jason. Nearly a dozen bee stings later, Jason wasn't feeling so great.
But still! We were joyful! Jason was home! Bee stings and all!
Except then Friday, Jason woke up feeling the effects of being stung and let's just say that his body didn't respond well. And despite our best efforts to get him feeling better, in the end there was still a phone call to 911. And paramedics. And an ambulance. And a trip to the hospital where they ran all sorts of tests and cat scans and listened to his heart, wondering why he was having trouble staying conscious.
They figured it out though. And all is well. Nothing to be worried about. (Easy to say three days later...)
And while I was, in fact, crazy with worry, I had to keep it together because Sydney and I had a wedding rehearsal to attend. I couldn't go to the hospital, I had to pack. I had to drive. I had to push aside the worry and summon up all the joy I had for Rebekah's wedding. Which was gorgeous, by the way. And which Jason was able to attend, although my dad and Jason's mom had to do the driving because Jason wasn't allowed to drive.
So Thursday and Friday...didn't go exactly as planned. But Saturday?
Beautiful. And perfect. And wonderful. The bride was beautiful, the flower girl was adorable, the little sister of the flower girl was happy to be chewing gum, and the father of the flower girl was relieved to be out of the hospital.
The mother of the flower girl was quite relieved too. Exhausted, but relieved.
I keep thinking that at some point I'll be able to stop thinking, "Gosh. What a week." But it just seems to keep adding up. On top of all this, all last week a very dear family member was in the hospital for something much more serious than bee stings. It's not good news; it's sad news. It's news that will lead down a very difficult road.
Sometimes I can't stop to think about how it's all adding up because if I do I can't stop shaking. Mostly, life is good. God is good.
I can't complain, even if I am feeling pretty worn down. We wake up and are thankful we're together, under the same roof, snuggled together--the four of us--in bed. "There's monsters!" Jules giggles as we hide under the covers. "Hide! Hide from the monsters!" We hide until we have to come up gasping for air. Jules's advice? "Give the monsters some soup...and all better."
There's no hiding from monsters, but mercifully I still find myself with bowls full of soup.