First this happened.
And yesterday, after nine days in the hospital, this. Welcome home committee included Piper, the ancient cat.
Tonight there was even a little music.
The daughter of the man who loves me is staying here, too--and that has been the silver lining--getting to know her a bit. Today she slept and rested most of the day. The relief crash. I'm feeling it, too. The sweet slowdown. The knowing (as much as we can know) that this will all be okay.
We are all burrowed in. Heads full of song. Bellies full of meatloaf. Present full of wellness.
6 comments:
Such goodness! I can see the rays of love and healing. I am so glad. So very, very glad. May all continue to be well.
That photo of the two of you, beyond beautiful. Take care.
The couch looks like a perfect place for recovery. It's good to be home.
That is indeed how to heal. One of the most important things in the world.
May your home be filled with love and healing
I'm sure you realize how beautiful that photo is of you and The Man Who Loves You -- just radiant. I can't imagine he could do anything but heal with that sort of beautiful woman right next to him!
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