Tuesday night was quite the night.
I stopped at the grocery store to get bananas.
Because I wanted to.
Then I went home.
I made dinner.
Because I wanted to.
I made cookies (OT).
While I was recovering from the stroke at home, I had to continue with therapy all day, everyday.
The guys at work would get so excited about OT days.
It meant they got homemade cookies.
It was easy for them to be supportive because what grown men does not love cookies?!
Last night it was oatmeal and butterscotch.
It's still therapy to me.
It's more mental and emotional than physical, though.
I love it.
It puts me back into the moment.
It calms my soul.
Plus, I eat a LOT of cookie batter.
Like, A LOT.
Because I want to.
Kaydon got asked to the Harvest Dance.
This is not the first person to ask him to the dance, however she is the first person to do it the "official" way.
Adorable.
I am, however, very glad that I did not have to dig through the guts to find the letters that spelled her name.
Pumpkin guts make me dry heave.
So do loose teeth.
And boys clearing their throats.
And quite a few things that come out of my boys' mouths, too.
I also prepped for a skin care class last night.
I earned a trunk.
I love it.
It's perfect.
It fits all of my make up.
I used to have to take two huge bags and at least three baskets to every single makeover and skin care class.
Now, I have my trunk and one bag.
I only have to take the basket when it's a large group and it's a skin care class.
I was so stoked when I had it all loaded up!
And, I am so thankful for all of the kind words that have been shared with me the last couple of days.
Sometimes we get into funks, don't we?!
We cry. We yearn for more. We count our blessings. We choose to be kinder to ourselves and others.
And then we carry on.
I am so grateful for the greatest of all time (GOAT) village.
Like ever!
