This weekend has been a very trying weekend for our family. We were set out heading in one direction when higher powers decided to change our plans abruptly and drop the floor from under our feet. All of the sudden things weren't so stable and we had to scramble to figure out how we were going to get through this in the best way possible. Luckily, my husband has been my rock in these shaky times. I feel as though I lost control over the situation (not that I had control over it to begin with...) and I've been clinging to him like a buoy in the middle of an expansive black ocean.
He's been amazing.
Even though he should be spending his own time processing and dealing with what's going on, his focus has solely been on me and our daughter. He's been running around like a chicken with his head cut off trying to soothe me and do anything in his power to make the sting a little less awful.
It really stings.
I have been spending the last day or two just trying to keep my head above water and making sure that our daughter doesn't sense that her parents' worlds have just been turned upside down for a bit. I hope this goes by quickly. I hope the pain lessens with each day. Mostly, I'm just grateful for the family and friends I have.
Thank you all for the kind words and thoughts.
Just need to remember to eat, sleep, and breathe. Everything else will return after a little time to heal.