I was in Tulsa for 12 hours today, starting the morning out super early at St. Francis Hospital, and ending with children on a playground. I got home in time to kiss my babies and tuck them in, delight in piles of clothes for the kids, and rattle off girl-style to Nathan to chatter every bit of my day in three minutes or less, for I missed him very much all day today.
I am exhausted, and too tired for typing words, but have words to share.
Mostly, I think, being in Tulsa all day made me sentimental. I miss you guys.
I know I am in the right place for me at this time, but I soaked in all of Tulsa that I could today.
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I do not have the energy or strength or focus tonight to caption that for you.
Welcome to my world.
It’s simple, though. I say it’s a hard day. I say there’s lots to share. I talk about the cancer scare, that surgery was successful, and that I hope I keep improving. I say we moved to Bartlesville to be closer to my husband’s parents. I say we may be adopting two foster kids. Maybe?
I say that getting answers about what has been wrong with me the last few years explains more than just this most recent surgery, and I am glad to finally have answers so that I can be finally well instead of all these weird medical crises happening again and again every so often. It is good to have answers, and that feels better.
I do want to be well, and am grateful now to have that chance, and for the love of good friends who by their example show me – and many others – the love of God.