One minute you’re sailing along, laughing at your basket wearing daughter and the next thing you know something terrible happens and you’re wanting to curl up in said basket. Andy was sick a couple of weeks ago. Like really sick. Like emergency hospital, tears and bedside vigils. The scary part is over and full diagnosis is still pending but for all intents and purposes he is better and back to his usual self. Even the ‘Dad jokes’ that only Coco laughs at were back this week, a clear sign that alls well again.
Pretty darn intense though. I have the most chaotic mind and faced with the love of my life so violently ill was more than I could bear and despite telling myself and concerned friends otherwise, I was doing some serious and very unhelpful speculating. Fortunately for us Otto was out of town with my Mum and younger sister for the weekend and Coco was in the care of my other sister so I was able to be totally there for Andy. You know, bring him things that he didn’t need, watch him while he slept then wake him up when I thought he was sleeping to much…I know, I know, my bedside manner is hard to beat.
Also fortunate for us are the friends we have. This all took place in the first week of December and Christmas preparations were the last thing on my mind obviously. I was lamenting to my best friends that I hadn’t been able to find our handmade advent calender, there was no tree and certainly no cheer. I should point out here that I love Christmas and really enjoy the lead up fun that I have with the children.
It was then to my absolute delight that last Wednesday night I opened the door to Alex and Emma and the most glorious sweet smelling Christmas tree. I am crying just thinking of our dear, sweet friends dripping wet (good old Melbourne summer) and grinning from ear to ear like they had just performed some Christmas miracle. And it was. It was something I will never forget. We went on to have a lovely evening where I felt so happy. Just completely and utterly happy and blessed, lucky and grateful.
I’ve been a lot of thinking over the past few days about Andy and the kids. Then about wonderful family and friends, old and new. About how lucky I’ve been with work and and how grateful I am that I get to do something I love that people seem to like too. Like any brush with mortality or someone close to you’s brush with mortality, it’s a cliche but it does paint things in a different light. It should. I have really been appreciating things this week big and little too many to mention and possibly too boring to list here, but important to me.
One thing I will list (hopefully not too boring..) is the fun I have blogging. How generous and funny and kind the comments here have been and how I’ve stumbled across blogs that I wouldn’t have found otherwise and now read regularly. I have felt very welcomed into Blogsville and after a year of posts (my first post was in November 2009!) I thought a giveaway might be in order. A mobile of your choice and maybe some other bits and pieces, a zip purse made from some Mosey fabric, a mini bunting… I will squeeze as much as I can into the box. And it’ll be nice. Promise!
All you have to do is let me know in the comments below what mobile you would like and I will announce a winner on Saturday. Good luck and THANKYOU!!!! x
*Anyone, anywhere can enter.