I love when Friday arrives. I especially love that tomorrow is Saturday and my campers will be home from camp. I have felt all week like the house has been waiting and holding it's breath. It is hard I suppose to learn to love quiet. I am a bit uncomfortable with it I admit. After my Dad died and my Mom was alone in the house, she would say," what I miss most is laughter." I couldn't really understand then but now I do.
Yesterday was a migraine day. I believe one of the worst I have ever had in my life. It is funny this one was so bad I couldn't remember words. I would try to type and I couldn't spell and I would transpose letters. So if I left you a comment, and it was weird or more so than normal, I blame it on that.
Yesterday, things become smaller and more compact. The littlest thing in a normal day become big when in pain. Putting my chicks up when the bug lady came, folding laundry. I always find comfort in doing the normal things. What I thought about yesterday was love. Pain narrows my vision. Everything that on a normal day that I think is important isn't. What matters most, is that loving others and knowing they are loved is what is important.
To wake up this morning to a new day it was wonderful. The demon that lurked in my head is gone but it leaves a trace of pain. I am thankful for pain though, because when I am in the midst of it, I am reminded how beautiful life is and I am reminded of how truly thankful I am for friends and family and how fast it could be gone.
I am glad today is Friday and like a fresh canvas I have been given, I am ready to paint my world today.
It is so nice to be back,