It's been a long time.
And yes, I did indeed fall off the face of the Earth.
In a manner of speaking, of course.
I would love to say that I was busy enjoying life over the last three months I've been absent from this blog: crafting and painting, reading good books, cleaning the garden for winter; cozying up to a fire with a purring cat on my lap; baking and making homemade soups. I would really love to say that. But the truth of it is that the last three months have been spent with doctors, lots of pain, severe dehydratration, sleepless nights, endless episodes of The Wonder Years, hospitals, my first ambulance adventure and the month of November spent living with my mother to nurse me back to some semblance of health. Oh, and lice.
Let's just say that I am hopeful that the worst of it is over. I still have a long road to full recovery. I can't drive yet and stairs are my worst enemy, but comparatively the month of December was heaven next to the six weeks that lead up to it.
Christmas was wonderful as it was the least stressful I have ever experienced and somehow, despite all that I can't do right now, presents were wrapped and some festive decorations were put up. We were able to host Christmas dinner for our family and I even found myself doing a little crafting to fill my soul. I look back at December and declare it a month full of little miracles all adding up to something more.
I have lots of hope for what is around the corner. I am so relieved to say hello to a new year and open my arms to all the most impossible possibilities.
Happy New Year, my friends.