I’m sad to report that I’m currently recovering from a surprise hospital visit. I am light one gall bladder and hopefully will be able to eat dairy again. I’m happy to say goodbye to the 12 or so pounds I lost over the last two months, but overall, this was a really negative experience and I shan’t be trying it again.
I am about to be 40 and, I’ll admit, I’m going into it with a little more anxiety than I hoped I would.
This blog post about, as the book calls it, the Precious Present, prompts me to reflect on and write about a small moment with Wee One today. It was just before I was going to lay her down for her nap, and we were laying on the bed together, singing songs.