blessed

Well this is new, writing in the hospital.  But all is quiet - mostly Blake is quiet - so I had some time to think, because I'm pretty sure that sleep will elude me here.

I was telling someone today that this has to be, hands down, the absolute worst week of Blake's life.  That's not an exaggeration, just a fact at this point.  He has been poked and prodded, ultra sounded and cat scanned.  He hasn't eaten since Wednesday morning, and it's Friday night as I write this.  Contestants on Survivor eat more than he has.

But for some reason, I am so at peace right now.  Probably because he is, but also because Toby and I have literally been text bombed since earlier this week.  Family and friends wondering how he is... wondering how we are... and what can they do to help.

It's overwhelming to think about the circle of people around us, and reminds me of how lucky and blessed we really are, even as I sit and write this in the hospital.

I know this too shall pass, mostly because my mom always said it would, but also because it's true.
The bad times always pass.
The good ones do too.

That is the one thing we can always count on in this crazy world.

That, and the fact that Blake will never do anything halfway.  Like... ever.

Have a fabulous weekend, my Friends.

p.s.  If you're reading this and didn't have a clue, he's going to be just fine.