Coming to you from 12 feet under. . .

Today, I feel like I am coming to you from 12 feet under.

I read blogs today. . and actually made comments.

It felt good.

I have missed my blogging friends.

I don't have my lap top in operation right now.

It makes for not so much blogg-ing-reading.

I realized that I needed you. .

All of you, this past year.

You were my only friends. . a lot of times.

And it really got me through.

(Now I am crying)

This past year has been hard.

Really hard.

Just when I thought it was going to get better,

it got even harder.

It was horrible.

But today,

I feel blessed.

To have you.

Because you helped me through a really difficult time.

When I didn't feel like I had many people to turn to.

I turned to you.

Thank you.

For reading my blog.

And commenting.

And being there.

Thank you.

Life is GETTING better.

But still pretty (insert your favorite) busy/crazy/hard/stressful/exhausting/box filled.

Had 3 Birthday parties this week.

And actually un-packed boxes.

A LOT of boxes.

And had my own version of decorator prison.

I did it by myself this time.

Without my mom.

And I have to say,

I didn't re-invent the wheel.

But what I love about my stuff,

is that it looks great in ANY house.

I didn't want to unpack.

Because I hate packing.

And I thought that if I just left it packed I wouldn't ever have to pack again! (Great rationale)

But, now that it is unpacked,

I feel more settled.

And the kids are back in school.

And I can see just a LITTLE BIT of light.

And it feels good.

REALLY good.

Oh.

And I am grateful for my husband.

Who took the kids to the ward swimming party.

And I stayed home.

By myself. (Well, K is in her bed)

And read blogs.

And other things.

And cried a little.

Cuz I'm tired.

And that is it.

K.

Thanks for being there when I needed you.

See you soon with birthday updates.