Normal, Yet Not Normal

It's been 2 weeks since we lost Heidi, and it's been 1 week since my husband's heart attack. Yet, as I sit here this Sunday evening, it somehow seems as if these 2 events happened long ago. It feels normal, yet not normal. My husband acts as if nothing happened and is up and out the door early every morning. If something's bothering him or if he's contemplating this latest episode, he's certainly not letting me in on it. I had a meltdown Thursday morning, and in speaking with my Pastor and his wife, had to turn my husband's health and his seeming lack of concern over to the Lord. I cannot change my husband and he has the free will to make his own choices, and instead of letting it bring me down and stress me out, I have to let it go. I have 2 jobs outside of my role as a wife that demand my attention, therefore, I need to take care of myself.

In the midst of all the chaos this last week, however, was precious, quality time spent with our children and grandchildren. My almost 2-yr. old grandson, Brayden is talking so much now and I love to hear him speak. He's definitely all boy and so full of energy. My 4-yr. old granddaugter, Taylor spent the day with me yesterday, "working" with me at the store. I had a hard time getting her to leave because she was having too much fun scrapbooking; hence, another "scrap addict" has become hooked. My 10-week old grandson, Trevor has found his feet and is learning how to use his hands. Oh, the miracle of these little gifts from God...

The best news over the last week was that my oldest son, Seth proposed to his girlfriend, Trista after 5 years of dating. He has one more year of college, and we were all sure he'd wait until he graduated to pop the question, but he surprised all of us. Congratulations Trista and Seth; and I'm sorry that your excitement was overshadowed by Bing's heart attack. Love you both!

As I sit here blogging and surfing the net, I'm enjoying a bowl of popcorn and bummed that Heidi is not here to share it with me. The house feels so empty now when I'm here by myself. Just me, myself and, well... me. I never realized how much of a comfort she was to me.

Hope everyone who reads this has a wonderful, blessed week.