when i was sick...

This month has been a whirlwind.  I looked at my calendar and was like, "What?? Where did the time go??"... well I know where a third of the month went...

On the last day of February I got sick.. I'm talking fever, chills, toilet hugging, SICK.  It was murderrrr. Why? Because it lasted ten freaky deeky days. TEN. Derrick knew it was the real deal when I wouldn't answer my phone and my computer was left lonely and never turned on.. for most of the time anyway.  Here I am sick, unshowered  for too many days to count, and looking as glamorous as ever....

I even had the joyful experience of trying to take care of an infant along with my sick self. He was so good to me though, we probably watched Despicable Me fifteen times.  I'm pretty sure it's his favorite movie ever.  Here he is on Day 2- Keeping mom company and as happy as can be.

 But by day 7, He was tired of being cooped up in the house, he was too nice to tell me that though. 

Who can resist this pouty little face..

So what did I do while I was stuck in the house, a slave to the bathroom, and disconnected from the outside world?  Well, I slept a lot and I thought a lot and I puked a lot.  

Maybe it's because I am slightly dramatic when I feel crappy or maybe it's because my heart is extra full when I'm vulnerable, but I thought a lot about the long lost people in my life.

Family, cousins, old friends, old boyfriends and their families, mission companions, people I met in Ohio, even friends who live close by...  Some of these people I talk to occasionally, some I haven't talked to in years. If you're one of those people and are reading this, I hope you know I still think of you. I still hope for the best for you.  When I hear good news about you, I'm happy for you.  When I hear not so good news about you, I pray for you.

And before I get too mushy for my own good, I'll end this thought with what Forrest Gump would say, "That's all I have to say about that."

Oh and as for being sick? I'm 100% better now. It must have just been a very mean flu bug that decided to vacation in my body for a week and half.  And because all of that toilet hugging bliss, I am now back to my pre-pregnancy weight! Worth it?- not in the slightest...  But I'll take it anyway.