I've written before about how I grew up thinking that when I turned 32 it was going to be the *BEST*YEAR*EVER.*
I'm not sure why I always thought this. But I did.
And now I'm 32. I have been for more than six months. And these past six months have been no picnic. Not even close. Sure, life has it's ups and downs. They're to be expected. But this year has sure been loaded with downers and hard times!
First, the 'sis had her twins three months early. They were in the NICU for three months and are doing splendidly now, but those three months were CRAZY. Like insane. Like every extra minute spent either driving the 20 miles to the hospital to see the twins, or driving out to watch my two-year-old nephew so that my sister or her husband could be with the babies. Once the two darlings came home, there was a bit less driving, but oh-so-much insanity. The sister has three kids at home under the age of three! Can you even comprehend how many diapers that is every day? Zoinks!
There were several months of feeling poorly and suffering through sinus infection after sinus infection and fevers of 103F, culminating in the re-doing of a root canal which hadn't been done properly in the first place.
There was job instability and loss in the family.
An extended family member had a heart attack (a very young family member! like 34 years old!)
Just before the twins came home, my sister and her little family moved to a new home.
Anyhoo, once we all made it through that, my Uncle died.
Then just before Christmas my Dad was hospitalized and had to have surgery for a massive infection. (His health has been horrid the past couple of years. Strokes, etc.) He had a stint put in and that resulted in a second surgery on New Years' eve. The results of which were abnormal and he had to be hospitalized overnight, but no one would say what the abnormality was. Until today.
Today I found out that my Dad has cancer.
32 and I are not on good terms.
But just to prove that amidst all of the heartrending things, there are happinesses, this little love note was left on my desk the other night by nephewQ, which is all kinds of adorable (He's only two, you know. And brilliant.):
It's the little things that really get us, don't you think?