(This post isn’t very well written. Let’s blame my mental state and not my lack of writing ability. Yes? Yes! Thanks.)
Thanks for all the kind comments on my last post, guys. It’s been a tough week, but it’s so wonderful to have so many thoughtful, caring people in my world. I’m feeling a little overwhelmed by life these days, but having you all in my corner is helping me out tremendously.
The good news is, Grandpa is going to be coming home soon. The bad news is, the cancer is spreading. I’m feeling oddly grateful, because he’s not in any pain and he has some of his appetite back. We’ll probably be heading down to CT for another visit this weekend.
I feel a little weird about posting all of this on my blog. It’s a situation that I feel smack dab in the middle of, but it’s not entirely my story. Blogging can be weird like that. It feels disingenuous to gloss over the big events in my life, but I also don’t want to be responsible for the distribution of anybody’s private information. I hope that I strike an ok balance here. I’m sure I’ll hear about it if I mess up.
Today was a tough day for me. I was overly tired and overly emotional. By the time I got home, I felt completely and utterly drained, like life had hauled off and punched me in the stomach. Which is why it was that much more amazing to find a big ol’ box o’ happy sitting on my front porch, waiting for me.
What’s a big box o’ happy, you ask? It’s four years of birthday and Christmas gifts from a very dear friend who is thoughtful and kind in every which way, but a wee bit forgetful when it comes to putting things in the mail. Me? I’m the kind of girl who saves the best bites of dinner for the very end of the meal. Four years worth of gifts in one go suited me just fine. I might even start saving up all of my presents for future happiness. Note to Kristian: no perishable gifts for my birthday this year.
I basked in the glow of my presents for a bit, let them spend some time under the tree and then unleashed my OCD-like tendencies and lined them up in chronological order. I’ve only opened up a few gifts so far, because I’m savoring them. Why? Well, as we’ve thoroughly established on this here blog, I’m weird like that.
It’s nice to have presents and it’s nice to have shiny things under the tree, but what I really loved about my box o’ happy is what it represented: a good friend and how she’s been thinking about me all of these years. I have such wonderful friends, I almost feel like I need to start sharing. I mean, is it really right for just one person to have so many lovely ladies in their life? Can you support the friendless? Is there a Sally Struthers infomercial about how, for the price of just a cup of coffee a day, you can help the lonely and bitter and bring a little bit of joy into their life?
Someone get Sally’s agent on the line.
Me? I’m going to cherish my box o’ happy. Even if it turns out to be full of underwear and socks.
(Spoiler alert: the gifts thus far have been just as lovely as the thought behind them).
I. Love. This. Story.
Fabulous!
Wow, that is awesome!
What a lovely story.
Friends that are that thoughtful are keepers!!
Glad your Grandpa will be sprung from the hospital soon. Yay for friends!
Super hugs. š
I really love it that I can check in on your life now and then. Your posts are all VERY well written, and fun to read. Thank You, Eric
Thanks! š
She’s the best!
Thank you!
I think I need to keep them all!
Thank you!!
Right back atcha!
Thanks, Eric! Kristian and I owe you a phone call about the Derby. Looks like plans are falling into place. š
ol, yes. That didn’t come out like I meant it š