Why yes it is, and thanks for asking!
To make a long story short, just that little additional 10 mg of Paxil has almost made me feel like me again.
Even Glynn noticed. We had a great weekend. We really reconnected and started to feel like us again. He told me he felt like he was seeing "his" Jodie again and wondered out loud where I had been.
(I had a minor relapse last night after bathtime where some anxiety set back in and I flipped the crazy switch a little, but I turned it right back off, don't worry. This is slow and steady progress, people, but it's coming! I'm in here somewhere!)
We did absolutely NOTHING this weekend but be together, all of us. The four of us had a pajama weekend where we just spent time together. We needed some time to regroup and recharge and reconnect as a family, and that's exactly what we did. We had a mental health weekend. It was awesome. Amazing, actually, is the word I would use, because I haven't seen myself or felt that good for a very long time. I really started to feel like me again. I think it's due to a number of things, but adjusting medication is no small part of that. What a godsend it is to feel like I'm back in my own skin again.
Again, sorry honey for the outburst last night but I'm back! I'm still here! I just get a bit frantic sometimes when the kids are ganging up on me and kicking my ass but I've recovered. We may have to tag you in some nights after bathtime, when I'm lying sweating and panting on the floor after wrestling two slippery little balls of dynamite in and out of the bathtub. They're starting to realize that the two of them together can almost overpower me, and it's scary. :) Instead of getting crazy, I just need to enjoy the moment and not worry about the mess. It's hard for me to just let that go, but I'm working on it. I love you and the kids so much. Thanks for sticking with me through the dark days. I'm back, I'm back, I'm back! I really feel good about this!
Sorry for the personal note, people, but I have no filter, as you all know, and whatever is in my head just comes out through my fingers onto this blog. Bear with me. There's good stuff here.
Work is a bit crazy today and I'm pretty tired, but I'm in much better spirits than I have been in for WEEKS so I'm just wanting to share!
Off to clear off a bit more of my desk....
Thanks, everybody, for hanging in there with me. Especially YOU, Glynn. You deserve a medal for all of this. :) I love you.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Birthdays, birthdays, and more birthdays!
This has been a busy month!
We had the best time for Maddie's 4th birthday. Mom and Dad and Uncle Ken made the trip to come visit us for this big event! We had a great weekend (although it was a rather short visit) and it was awesome to see Uncle Ken out and about. Maddie thought it was great. She's kind of used to being the center of attention (don't know WHERE she gets that, *ahem*), so a family party with purple princess decorations and a brand new Barbie Jeep were right up her alley.
She was so cute in the backyard with Brady, driving around in her little Jeep. She let Brady take the wheel, and we heard the cry, "We're gonna crash!" come out of her mouth right before Brady ran into the bushes. Great! It's a Jeep, for goodness sake, it's supposed to go off-roading, right?
I haven't taken the time to write about this month yet, but I thought I'd grab a few minutes before diving into this pile of paperwork on my desk to remember some of the great moments of September 2009.
This year, mine fell on 09-09-09, which was pretty cool. But directly on the heels of that was Dad's birthday, on 09-10-09. I've loved sharing our birthdays. I remember the year I turned 18 and Dad turned 50, I think, and we had a half-and-half birthday cake. Mine had a smiling tooth on it, and Dad's half was decorated with a motorcycle. That was the year he bought his motorcycle and had to get THAT out of his system. I remember that like it was yesterday! Wow. Years are flying by WAY too fast.
So then we got to celebrate Maddie and Uncle Ken's birthday, since hers is on the 22nd and his is on the 23rd. She'll always get to celebrate with one of her favorite people too, which is so special for her. She loves her Uncle Ken. We called him on his birthday, and all of the sudden she got really shy and didn't want to talk on the phone, but the entire week prior to that, she had been sleeping on her "Uncle Ken pillow" (one of the pillows he had used during his visit) because she missed him. How cute is that. It reminds me of the times when I was a little girl and Grandma would come visit overnight and I would sleep on her pillow after she left because I missed her so much. It's great that she has that connection too.
It's still hard to NOT say, "Grandma and Uncle Ken". It's been an automatic response since I was a little girl, and when I talk about going to visit, it's hard to say, "Uncle Ken's house" instead of "Grandma and Uncle Ken's house". I miss her so much. I keep her picture on my fridge so I can see her every day. I know she had a great long life, but I keep wishing she were here to see the babies grow up.
Okay. ENOUGH! I have to quit being so melancholy.
Hoping the increased paxil dose kicks in soon! Feeling a bit better day by day. Still working on my "homework" that Dad gave me...some good info about how to control my anxiety, but it's hard to get a moment to sit and read and really pay attention at home (got two little permanent distractions running around)! The sadness/depression/hopelessness that is subsequent to the anxiety and panic attacks is what gets me, worse than the anxiety sometimes. But I just had my medication adjusted so we'll see how that goes. I think it's helping, slowly but surely. Chronic pain will do strange things to your brain and your sense of well-being. I've dealt with anxiety and depression before, and had gotten it under control, but this pain issue really affects every aspect of my life, including my emotions (ESPECIALLY my emotions!) and it's been a difficult road to get things back under control. My poor husband. I know it's hard on him, but it's even harder on me. He has to live with the backlash, but I have to live through the experience. And neither one is a picnic, let me tell you. But I think we're on the upswing, so that's good. But a few prayers thrown our way would always be appreciated.
WHEW!
This has been a long and rambling schizo-ish post, but sometimes just need to get some stuff OUT of my head and onto a computer screen.
So, bottom line, we had a great birthday month and are looking forward to some fun fall activities soon. Next up? Pumpkin patch and trick-or-treating! I have a feeling that someone may want to be a dinosaur this year, and another someone may have to be a princess. But that's just a guess. :) God, they're cute. I thank God every day for such beautiful, healthy, amazing children. I'm so lucky. Nobody has to tell me that. Where my family is concerned, I've came in first in line for the greatest family ever. (And yes, honey, that includes you! *smack* <---blowing kisses at Glynn).
Okay, this paperwork isn't going to do itself, and I don't want to get fired. Ha! Hoping for good weather so we can get one last weekend of boating in before winter..... hope everyone has a great weekend!
We had the best time for Maddie's 4th birthday. Mom and Dad and Uncle Ken made the trip to come visit us for this big event! We had a great weekend (although it was a rather short visit) and it was awesome to see Uncle Ken out and about. Maddie thought it was great. She's kind of used to being the center of attention (don't know WHERE she gets that, *ahem*), so a family party with purple princess decorations and a brand new Barbie Jeep were right up her alley.
She was so cute in the backyard with Brady, driving around in her little Jeep. She let Brady take the wheel, and we heard the cry, "We're gonna crash!" come out of her mouth right before Brady ran into the bushes. Great! It's a Jeep, for goodness sake, it's supposed to go off-roading, right?
I haven't taken the time to write about this month yet, but I thought I'd grab a few minutes before diving into this pile of paperwork on my desk to remember some of the great moments of September 2009.
This year, mine fell on 09-09-09, which was pretty cool. But directly on the heels of that was Dad's birthday, on 09-10-09. I've loved sharing our birthdays. I remember the year I turned 18 and Dad turned 50, I think, and we had a half-and-half birthday cake. Mine had a smiling tooth on it, and Dad's half was decorated with a motorcycle. That was the year he bought his motorcycle and had to get THAT out of his system. I remember that like it was yesterday! Wow. Years are flying by WAY too fast.
So then we got to celebrate Maddie and Uncle Ken's birthday, since hers is on the 22nd and his is on the 23rd. She'll always get to celebrate with one of her favorite people too, which is so special for her. She loves her Uncle Ken. We called him on his birthday, and all of the sudden she got really shy and didn't want to talk on the phone, but the entire week prior to that, she had been sleeping on her "Uncle Ken pillow" (one of the pillows he had used during his visit) because she missed him. How cute is that. It reminds me of the times when I was a little girl and Grandma would come visit overnight and I would sleep on her pillow after she left because I missed her so much. It's great that she has that connection too.
It's still hard to NOT say, "Grandma and Uncle Ken". It's been an automatic response since I was a little girl, and when I talk about going to visit, it's hard to say, "Uncle Ken's house" instead of "Grandma and Uncle Ken's house". I miss her so much. I keep her picture on my fridge so I can see her every day. I know she had a great long life, but I keep wishing she were here to see the babies grow up.
Okay. ENOUGH! I have to quit being so melancholy.
Hoping the increased paxil dose kicks in soon! Feeling a bit better day by day. Still working on my "homework" that Dad gave me...some good info about how to control my anxiety, but it's hard to get a moment to sit and read and really pay attention at home (got two little permanent distractions running around)! The sadness/depression/hopelessness that is subsequent to the anxiety and panic attacks is what gets me, worse than the anxiety sometimes. But I just had my medication adjusted so we'll see how that goes. I think it's helping, slowly but surely. Chronic pain will do strange things to your brain and your sense of well-being. I've dealt with anxiety and depression before, and had gotten it under control, but this pain issue really affects every aspect of my life, including my emotions (ESPECIALLY my emotions!) and it's been a difficult road to get things back under control. My poor husband. I know it's hard on him, but it's even harder on me. He has to live with the backlash, but I have to live through the experience. And neither one is a picnic, let me tell you. But I think we're on the upswing, so that's good. But a few prayers thrown our way would always be appreciated.
WHEW!
This has been a long and rambling schizo-ish post, but sometimes just need to get some stuff OUT of my head and onto a computer screen.
So, bottom line, we had a great birthday month and are looking forward to some fun fall activities soon. Next up? Pumpkin patch and trick-or-treating! I have a feeling that someone may want to be a dinosaur this year, and another someone may have to be a princess. But that's just a guess. :) God, they're cute. I thank God every day for such beautiful, healthy, amazing children. I'm so lucky. Nobody has to tell me that. Where my family is concerned, I've came in first in line for the greatest family ever. (And yes, honey, that includes you! *smack* <---blowing kisses at Glynn).
Okay, this paperwork isn't going to do itself, and I don't want to get fired. Ha! Hoping for good weather so we can get one last weekend of boating in before winter..... hope everyone has a great weekend!
Monday, September 14, 2009
I hesitate to "blog it out" sometimes.....
because I don't want to freak out my mom or anyone else who reads this and cares about me. I think that's partially the reason y'all haven't seen much blog activity from me in the past few months. These health issues are getting the best of me.
Some things I would rather keep completely private and keep in my private journals at home, and that's kind of where I've been at recently. Because once I put it on here, the whole world knows what kind of crap is floating around in my head sometimes. And I'm not sure that's a good thing, but here we go: Glynn has been encouraging me to get things off my chest so brace yourself, people. It's a scary place in my head these days.
Also? The 2 and 3 year olds don't make it any easier to sit down at a computer without distractions. They don't like it when Mommy's attention is anywhere but on them. Don't have ANY idea where they got that complex from *ahem* but I love them for it anyway.
So here I sit, earning my paycheck by waiting for patients that won't show up. Boy, that's not gonna be the case in the next 12 months. Wherever we land. THAT's another distraction too. Gosh, if Glynn and I make it through this transition to civilian life and private practice alive, I'll consider it a success. The stress is unreal. But I'll save the practice laments for a private journal, it's too exhausting to explain and write about. And unnecessary, too. Glynn and I have to deal with this one on our own.
So this story begins after Brady was born. I had a pretty good bout of post-partum depression/anxiety with the anxiety being the larger part of that time in our life. I had heard of post-partum depression and never thought it would happen to me. I'm too resilient, I thought. Boy, was I wrong. I was subsequently placed on medication to help control it and it's been a godsend. I've come to realize that me just being "wound too tight" is code for "uncontrollable anxiety" and that's what God made Paxil for. Since that time, I've had a few anxiety attacks, I'd say one maybe every 4-5 months or so. Usually, I can feel them coming on and Glynn recognizes it too, so I have a medication especially for that (God bless Xanax) that helps SO much. It just stomps the anxiety attacks into smithereens (and leaves me asleep and drooling, but that is so much preferred to the other, uncontrollable scary panic attacks). I'm going somewhere with this one, stay with me, people.
We camp out as a family every weekend on our couch. "Spencer Family Campouts" are a tradition around here, and 0ne of our favorite things to do in this world. On Friday night, we were all snuggled in our respective places and fast asleep when Glynn had to wake me up from a hellish nightmare, I was crying in my sleep so hard that my pillow was soaked. (I'm pretty sure I know where that nightmare came from, some work concerns, but that's another story I don't want to get into -- do you feel like I'm speaking in code? I do!) After I woke up and calmed down, I was okay, but it was so scary. I've never had a nightmare like that before.
Anyway, yesterday morning, we woke up and had a lovely Sunday breakfast.....some of Daddy's really awesome pancakes. I was cleaning up after the kids when it hit me like a ton of bricks. The cold sweats, shaking, feeling that the walls were closing in on me. I sat down and Glynn said, "What is it? You were just telling me how good you feel!" (I had another nerve block on Friday, which I think helped some with this chronic pain thing that's been going on....again, another story for another day). He saw the sweat pouring down my forehead and recognized the impending attack. Thank God for my incredible husband. He got the medication I needed to help me out, made me take it, and then had me lie down and rest.
When I woke up several hours later, I still felt weird. Very clingy and needy. I constantly kept at least one of the kids in my lap or held onto Glynn for the rest of the afternoon and night yesterday. I don't know what in the hell came over me, but I was almost glad to go back to work this morning to distract myself from some of that awful anxiety. I know exactly why I'm stressed out right now and it comes from a multitude of places, but it doesn't help that my body won't let me deal with it in a normal manner. I HATE being so weak that these panic attacks take over. I HATE not being able to deal with stress like a normal person. I used to be very self-sufficient! I used to be able to take care of myself! Don't get me wrong, I am so grateful every day to have married such a wonderful man that loves me and takes care of me when this happens, but he shouldn't HAVE to. I shouldn't get like that! Am I completely nuts? Have I gone over the deep end? Do I need to be committed? What the hell is going on with me?
I guess I'm still reeling over that panic attack and those nightmares this weekend. It's got me in kind of a funk, I suppose. I just want some normalcy. I want to be able to deal with stress like a normal human. I want to be able to make it through a workday without having to lie down and rest midday. I need to feel like Jodie again! I don't even recognize myself these days.
Poor Glynn. He's been so great to stick with me through all of this junk. And I hope he knows (and he will once he reads this) that I would do the same for him. In a heartbeat. I feel like I've completely lost my mind lately.
I know, it's just stress. Stress stress stress. I think it's just that it's coming so hard and fast from so many different places that I just had a mini-breakdown over the weekend.
Pray for my recovery, please. I beg of you. I am so looking forward to this weekend, as my parents are coming to visit for Maddie's "happy birthday" (that's what she calls it, isn't that the cutest thing ever) and they're bringing my beloved Uncle Ken! I'm really excited but I still am needing today to kind of "normalize" myself, I suppose, before I get back into Mom mode to plan for Maddie's party and get some cleaning and grocery shopping done before the weekend. I can't wait to see everybody, and Maddie and Brady will just lose their MINDS when they see not ONLY Grandma and Grandpa, but the surprise of Uncle Ken as well (he's kind of a favorite of theirs) :) We can't wait to see them. And I need the distraction. Hoping the weather is nice enough to take the boat out one last time or two before it gets too cold and we have to winterize the boat.
Whew!
Have I dumped enough on you?
Oddly enough, I do feel better after just spitting all of this out (metaphorically speaking, of course) and getting it off my chest.
I think that's quite enough for now.
Hope you guys don't have me committed. :)
Some things I would rather keep completely private and keep in my private journals at home, and that's kind of where I've been at recently. Because once I put it on here, the whole world knows what kind of crap is floating around in my head sometimes. And I'm not sure that's a good thing, but here we go: Glynn has been encouraging me to get things off my chest so brace yourself, people. It's a scary place in my head these days.
Also? The 2 and 3 year olds don't make it any easier to sit down at a computer without distractions. They don't like it when Mommy's attention is anywhere but on them. Don't have ANY idea where they got that complex from *ahem* but I love them for it anyway.
So here I sit, earning my paycheck by waiting for patients that won't show up. Boy, that's not gonna be the case in the next 12 months. Wherever we land. THAT's another distraction too. Gosh, if Glynn and I make it through this transition to civilian life and private practice alive, I'll consider it a success. The stress is unreal. But I'll save the practice laments for a private journal, it's too exhausting to explain and write about. And unnecessary, too. Glynn and I have to deal with this one on our own.
So this story begins after Brady was born. I had a pretty good bout of post-partum depression/anxiety with the anxiety being the larger part of that time in our life. I had heard of post-partum depression and never thought it would happen to me. I'm too resilient, I thought. Boy, was I wrong. I was subsequently placed on medication to help control it and it's been a godsend. I've come to realize that me just being "wound too tight" is code for "uncontrollable anxiety" and that's what God made Paxil for. Since that time, I've had a few anxiety attacks, I'd say one maybe every 4-5 months or so. Usually, I can feel them coming on and Glynn recognizes it too, so I have a medication especially for that (God bless Xanax) that helps SO much. It just stomps the anxiety attacks into smithereens (and leaves me asleep and drooling, but that is so much preferred to the other, uncontrollable scary panic attacks). I'm going somewhere with this one, stay with me, people.
We camp out as a family every weekend on our couch. "Spencer Family Campouts" are a tradition around here, and 0ne of our favorite things to do in this world. On Friday night, we were all snuggled in our respective places and fast asleep when Glynn had to wake me up from a hellish nightmare, I was crying in my sleep so hard that my pillow was soaked. (I'm pretty sure I know where that nightmare came from, some work concerns, but that's another story I don't want to get into -- do you feel like I'm speaking in code? I do!) After I woke up and calmed down, I was okay, but it was so scary. I've never had a nightmare like that before.
Anyway, yesterday morning, we woke up and had a lovely Sunday breakfast.....some of Daddy's really awesome pancakes. I was cleaning up after the kids when it hit me like a ton of bricks. The cold sweats, shaking, feeling that the walls were closing in on me. I sat down and Glynn said, "What is it? You were just telling me how good you feel!" (I had another nerve block on Friday, which I think helped some with this chronic pain thing that's been going on....again, another story for another day). He saw the sweat pouring down my forehead and recognized the impending attack. Thank God for my incredible husband. He got the medication I needed to help me out, made me take it, and then had me lie down and rest.
When I woke up several hours later, I still felt weird. Very clingy and needy. I constantly kept at least one of the kids in my lap or held onto Glynn for the rest of the afternoon and night yesterday. I don't know what in the hell came over me, but I was almost glad to go back to work this morning to distract myself from some of that awful anxiety. I know exactly why I'm stressed out right now and it comes from a multitude of places, but it doesn't help that my body won't let me deal with it in a normal manner. I HATE being so weak that these panic attacks take over. I HATE not being able to deal with stress like a normal person. I used to be very self-sufficient! I used to be able to take care of myself! Don't get me wrong, I am so grateful every day to have married such a wonderful man that loves me and takes care of me when this happens, but he shouldn't HAVE to. I shouldn't get like that! Am I completely nuts? Have I gone over the deep end? Do I need to be committed? What the hell is going on with me?
I guess I'm still reeling over that panic attack and those nightmares this weekend. It's got me in kind of a funk, I suppose. I just want some normalcy. I want to be able to deal with stress like a normal human. I want to be able to make it through a workday without having to lie down and rest midday. I need to feel like Jodie again! I don't even recognize myself these days.
Poor Glynn. He's been so great to stick with me through all of this junk. And I hope he knows (and he will once he reads this) that I would do the same for him. In a heartbeat. I feel like I've completely lost my mind lately.
I know, it's just stress. Stress stress stress. I think it's just that it's coming so hard and fast from so many different places that I just had a mini-breakdown over the weekend.
Pray for my recovery, please. I beg of you. I am so looking forward to this weekend, as my parents are coming to visit for Maddie's "happy birthday" (that's what she calls it, isn't that the cutest thing ever) and they're bringing my beloved Uncle Ken! I'm really excited but I still am needing today to kind of "normalize" myself, I suppose, before I get back into Mom mode to plan for Maddie's party and get some cleaning and grocery shopping done before the weekend. I can't wait to see everybody, and Maddie and Brady will just lose their MINDS when they see not ONLY Grandma and Grandpa, but the surprise of Uncle Ken as well (he's kind of a favorite of theirs) :) We can't wait to see them. And I need the distraction. Hoping the weather is nice enough to take the boat out one last time or two before it gets too cold and we have to winterize the boat.
Whew!
Have I dumped enough on you?
Oddly enough, I do feel better after just spitting all of this out (metaphorically speaking, of course) and getting it off my chest.
I think that's quite enough for now.
Hope you guys don't have me committed. :)
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Happy Birthday to ME!!
I was dreading my birthday until I realized it was on 09-09-09. That's kind of awesome. Okay, now I can have a cool day today.
Seems like just yesterday that I had a birthday on 9-9-99. I distinctly remember my mom and dad coming to visit me in K.C. I had just started dental school. Mom brought a sign that said, "Happy Birthday Jodie 9-9-99" and took a picture of me with it for posterity. I still have that picture somewhere.
I suppose I'll have to take one of me today holding a sign that says, "Happy Birthday Jodie 09-09-09" and put it in the album next to the one from 10 years ago.
Oh. My. God. 10 YEARS? Has it all gone that quickly? Not sure I want to compare photos of myself at my 22nd birthday with my 32nd one. There are *ahem* a few more pounds, a lot more wrinkles, and much more gray hair (expertly covered by my incredible stylist, thankyouverymuch).
But on the better hand, I've never been in a happier place. I've finally found and married the man of my dreams, have four incredible kids, a great career, and ten years of amazing experiences to look back on. In addition to marrying the greatest man alive and establishing the world's most awesome family(which, by the way, is the greatest thing I've EVER done. EVER!), in the past ten years, I've finished dental school and residency, gotten my board certification, lived in Japan for 3 years, gotten promoted to LCDR, ran a marathon (and a few half-marathons too!) while raising a bunch of money for the American Stroke Association in honor and memory of my Grandma Stickley, gained some great in-laws, nieces, and nephews, watched my best friends get married and have kids, and seen my dad retire. I've seen some amazing things, taken some incredible vacations, gone through the miracle of childbirth, and experienced love like I never thought possible. I've also lost one of the most important people in my life, my dear grandmother, the matriarch of our family. I held her hand and talked to her, prayed for her, read to her during the last days of her life. I was fortunate enough to be able to say goodbye, and I still miss her terribly, I think I always will.
All in all, a pretty eventful last 10 years.
Considering that it will be a LOOOOOONG time until 09-09-09 comes around again, perhaps we'd better make the best of this day. It's shaping up to be a good one. My cutie pie husband sang to me this morning, my best friend called me on the way to work, and when I got in this morning I found my office decorated with balloons, signs,banners, and confetti, with cupcakes and all! I'm lucky to have people that love me! (no matter how old, wrinkly, and fat I may be!)
AND I found out last night that not only are Grandma and Grandpa coming up for Maddie's birthday next weekend, but Uncle Ken is making the trip as well!!! I am so excited, and Maddie will just lose her little mind. She LOVES her Uncle Ken so much, and she will just go crazy when she finds out he came to visit her on her birthday.
Looking forward to a great day. Thanks everyone for the great day.
It's amazing how many people remember your 29th birthday! (shut up, I can have it as many times as I WANT).
Happy Birthday, me. 09-09-09. Cool.
And early Happy Birthday to Dad. 09-10-09. He's just as cool.
Seems like just yesterday that I had a birthday on 9-9-99. I distinctly remember my mom and dad coming to visit me in K.C. I had just started dental school. Mom brought a sign that said, "Happy Birthday Jodie 9-9-99" and took a picture of me with it for posterity. I still have that picture somewhere.
I suppose I'll have to take one of me today holding a sign that says, "Happy Birthday Jodie 09-09-09" and put it in the album next to the one from 10 years ago.
Oh. My. God. 10 YEARS? Has it all gone that quickly? Not sure I want to compare photos of myself at my 22nd birthday with my 32nd one. There are *ahem* a few more pounds, a lot more wrinkles, and much more gray hair (expertly covered by my incredible stylist, thankyouverymuch).
But on the better hand, I've never been in a happier place. I've finally found and married the man of my dreams, have four incredible kids, a great career, and ten years of amazing experiences to look back on. In addition to marrying the greatest man alive and establishing the world's most awesome family(which, by the way, is the greatest thing I've EVER done. EVER!), in the past ten years, I've finished dental school and residency, gotten my board certification, lived in Japan for 3 years, gotten promoted to LCDR, ran a marathon (and a few half-marathons too!) while raising a bunch of money for the American Stroke Association in honor and memory of my Grandma Stickley, gained some great in-laws, nieces, and nephews, watched my best friends get married and have kids, and seen my dad retire. I've seen some amazing things, taken some incredible vacations, gone through the miracle of childbirth, and experienced love like I never thought possible. I've also lost one of the most important people in my life, my dear grandmother, the matriarch of our family. I held her hand and talked to her, prayed for her, read to her during the last days of her life. I was fortunate enough to be able to say goodbye, and I still miss her terribly, I think I always will.
All in all, a pretty eventful last 10 years.
Considering that it will be a LOOOOOONG time until 09-09-09 comes around again, perhaps we'd better make the best of this day. It's shaping up to be a good one. My cutie pie husband sang to me this morning, my best friend called me on the way to work, and when I got in this morning I found my office decorated with balloons, signs,banners, and confetti, with cupcakes and all! I'm lucky to have people that love me! (no matter how old, wrinkly, and fat I may be!)
AND I found out last night that not only are Grandma and Grandpa coming up for Maddie's birthday next weekend, but Uncle Ken is making the trip as well!!! I am so excited, and Maddie will just lose her little mind. She LOVES her Uncle Ken so much, and she will just go crazy when she finds out he came to visit her on her birthday.
Looking forward to a great day. Thanks everyone for the great day.
It's amazing how many people remember your 29th birthday! (shut up, I can have it as many times as I WANT).
Happy Birthday, me. 09-09-09. Cool.
And early Happy Birthday to Dad. 09-10-09. He's just as cool.
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