The past few nights have been toss and turn nights for me. Sometimes I wonder how Bri can sleep through my thrashing, but then again, Brian has slept through all six of our smoke alarms going off at the same time (no worries, it was a glitch in the wiring of our home, not a fire). My dreams were like something out of a Tim Burton movie, very strange, very disconnected, and very disturbing. I woke after every dream and would analyze myself even though I’ve always scoffed at dream interpretation. I’ve decided either I’m crazy or my imagination is overactive. I’ll accept the latter and admit I’m a lot more like Micah than I want to admit. I just keep all my musings to myself.
Monthly Archives: January 2008
His Arms
The cries were piercing over our baby monitor, waking me from a deep sleep. Audrey calling out for Mommy in an agonizing wail. I waited, because I assumed she would do one of two things. She would either fall back to sleep in a minute or my mom would go down and comfort her. With Brian in Northern Virginia, my parents stay with me to help care for the children, and Mom jumps at every chance to hold her grandbabies. I soon heard her tender voice soothing Audrey, but the wails only intensified. She screamed louder and louder, calling my name with desperation, stabbing my heart with each sob. I didn’t know what caused her cries, but I was certain of one thing. My child needed me, and I would go to her.
Snow Day
Last night before bed, Asher said to me, “When I wake up, Grandma & Grandaddy will be here.” Micah’s excited response was, “And snow, too!” The boys have waited anxiously for a snow day, and while they didn’t wake up to it, soon after breakfast, the snow began and continued through the afternoon. Bri unfortunately left for DC last night, so he’s missed all the fun, but what a joyous day it has been for me.
Future Travels
So I’ve been getting all kinds of questions about when I’ll be done with chemo and treatment and what the future looks like, and I decided I should probably write an entry with an update for all of you. I hate writing these because I don’t want to bore you to death, so that being said, don your sleeping caps, grap a cup of nighttime tea, big long stretch, nice yawn, and here we go…
The Open Road
In case you haven’t noticed, I love quotes. Whenever I read, whether it’s a book, a magazine, a newspaper article, or a blog, I have a journal next to me to copy anything meaningful that captures my attention. In fact, I have 3 journals right now that I am filling full of quotes. One is full of Scripture and words from great men and women of faith, another is full of sentences or paragraphs from books I am reading, and a third is my musings on life through the eyes of others–great authors, poets, orators, etc. (Yes, I really am a freak of nature.) This morning, I reread the words of Walt Whitman that I had written years ago in a different journal. His words struck me.