Last weekend some friends and I took our daughters to lunch and then to the high school holiday choir show. About halfway through I started to feel really and truly awful...by the time the show ended my throat was on fire, I was dizzy, and I knew I was facing an impending doomsday cold (likely the one that my extended family came down with after they visited us for Thanksgiving, so I knew it was going to be a doozy!!). I came home, texted friends to back out of evening plans, locked myself in the office and finished up all my final grades for the semester while Neil shuttled kids around town to friends’ houses, and then I basically stayed in bed for the next four days, emerging occasionally to do things like check on homework and pick kids up from school and attempt making dinner (Monday I legitimately made one of the worst dinners I've ever made and Tuesday I took pity on my family and we had Costco chicken pot pie and then watched The Grinch on Netflix while we waited for Neil to get home). Neil took such good care of me--he drove Abigail to seminary and then came home and got Juliet on the bus and wrestled the boys through the morning routine and took Matthew to preschool, and I slept in until ten am and then spent half an hour laboriously brushing my teeth & using my neti pot before going to preschool in my pajamas to pick Matthew up. It was great, guys.)But then Wednesday I started to feel so much better and so much more like myself. I was still feverish, but my brain was actually functioning and it was like I had this whole new perspective on life. The world was bright and sunny! My orthopedic surgeon called and gave me good MRI results and said I could start running in a couple weeks! (So I went for a very slow and short 3 miles ten minutes later...guys five weeks without running is HARD.) I put on real pants and makeup and Matthew and I went to the grocery store and it was so great! Food is wonderful! Holiday decor and music and light and happiness! I picked up some things for a friend's birthday and some things to make dinner for another friend who just had a baby and I was just SO darn happy to be out and semi-functional and able to think about all of the wonderful things and people in my life.
Tonight we had our ward Christmas party and I just felt so full of love every time I looked around at people that I have grown to love so dearly in just a short amount of time. I made plans with friends to meet up for lunch, a running date, a movie, and a game night. I watched with pride as our sweet Primary children sang and then listened as my own family gathered around the piano and sang "The Friendly Beasts" to our congregation and gosh I wish I had a recording of my children's solos as they sang about the imagined generosity of those animals to the Christ child. I felt grateful for the wonderful people who pitched in to help clean up as things started to wind down, for the friend who texted me about how touched she was that Juliet came in to help her with the dishes after dinner was served, and I felt my heart expanding as I saw how reluctant my children were to be peeled away from their friends at the end of the night.
We took the loooong way home (turned a 7-minute drive into 40) and ate leftover brownies and looked for the best Christmas lights. When we got home the four boys all changed into matching pajamas and the kids trickled upstairs while Neil and I cleaned up the kitchen and reset for the next day. I thought about how a friend told me tonight that the running joke in their family right now is to substitute Neil's name in a quote from Zoolander as they talk about how capable he is, and how glad I am to have him in my life. As we grow older I see more and more the really difficult things that there are in life and I am so grateful that I have Neil as my partner, and that we continue to learn and grow and find things to rejoice in together.
I was talking with Neil yesterday about how drastically my outlook on life shifted over the last couple of days with the sickness/health dichotomy, and he reminded me of Eve's comment to Adam that it is better that we should pass through sorrow that we may know the good from the evil. So often in life it seems like these are long drawn-out periods and we may not remember to rejoice in the good after the trial, but gosh, this week has really reminded me of how grateful I am for all the blessings and people in my life. I could literally spend hours going through the last 36 hours minute by minute recounting every little thing that gave me a spark of joy (finishing teacher gifts! desk copies of new textbooks sent via mail rather than driving 2 hours to pick them up! Webex meetings for work! Matthew's preschool artwork! the friend who snagged me a BYU mint brownie when he realized I wouldn't get to them in time!) but it's late and I need to be up for seminary in a few hours, so I'll just end with this: God is good.












































































