Both my kids recovered from their illness (and my son’s seizure) last week. Just in time too, for the very day both fevers left we began our move. It wasn’t a far one, a literal 2 1/2 miles south in fact. A move is still a move though, and I have been swamped.
We are almost all settled in now! I am in love with the new place–thrilled–and trying really hard to not become some overly compulsive clean freak about it.
This is about you, my incredible readers. I can not even begin to express how much your words of support and love these past few weeks have meant to me. I was honestly blown away, at a lack for words (which is a huge one for me). I sat and read your heartfelt messages of strength, and I cried. Then, I smiled.
I know you not in person. I know so very little about your lives. We all face our own battles, but you were there for me during mine. A group of individuals who I will probably never speak with face to face. I felt your love, your strength, your prayers and well wishes.
It seems so inadequate to truly express how much your constant support means to me, but it is the barrier we will forever be fighting here. The war between how the heart breathes and the way we try to somehow articulate it.
I will try to articulate a bit deeper though: You Rock!!
Honestly, you really do. It is my favorite thing about this world of blogging: meeting people like you.