Welcome Back, Friends

It's been over a week since I have blogged. I am on the computer for the first time in a long time, it seems. Thanks to my Sweet Sister Sarah who has kept up on my other blog. I know that you all know that there is a story behind the past week, and I will be sharing that story with you, perhaps more than once, because I know that someone else needs to hear it, too.

The things I missed out on while a patient on Level 5 at LDS Hospital:
My kid's first day of school;
My kid's meeting their teachers;
Shelbi's birthday;
The primary singing to Jacks and Brax;
Filling out endless paperwork on the first day of school;
Seeing what they wore;
Walking Gunner;
Braxton's first counseling appointment;

The list goes on and on...
But, I was where I needed to be and my kids were taken care of. My mom and Brandon took over parenting duties and the kids did it. My dad and step mom called three times a day and visited all but one night. My bishop called and visited. My relief society president called and visited. Logan called twice a day, everyday. The boys drew pictures, and I got to make them bracelets and pictures. And then, there is sweet Sarah, the one who saved my life, who came and held me while I cried day after day after day, who reminded me that I AM worth loving.

The story of last week will come out in all of it's darkness and sickness, but for now, today, I am grateful for my family. I am grateful for my ward and I am grateful to be alive.