After the day we had yesterday with the Babe’s fall, small brain bleed, and beginning his recovery, all I can say is how lucky he is. We could have had such a terrible outcome, and we are once again grateful. I swear, the Babe has nine thousand lives. I shudder to think which one he is on now.
I’m finishing up the narration of my kid book. Soon, it will be in the hands of the illustrator. What a week she’s having! Cartney McGuigan is graduating from high school Saturday, and setting off on a road trip. She is ready to sketch, shade, paint, and whatever else she needs to do to create the magic of our story. After she creates her magic, I will get to reduce my word count. The whole prospect is daunting. Can you imagine how it feels, to have wanted to do this all of my life, and be near realizing my dream? And Cartney is getting to do something she probably never expected right after high school. It just goes to show you, you just don’t know how partnerships will be formed. Perhaps someone will approach you when you least expect it, and . . . well, here we are. I’m getting more excited by the day.
It’s a great distraction from the sobering reality that our lives could have been changed forever yesterday. I’m readjusting our schedule to figure out how to cover all the bases, ours together. No driving for the Babe for at least a couple weeks, once he gets off the pain pills and has another CT Scan. This will be another adjustment on our road of life, and we will make it. Together. There is no other way to negotiate the vows we made nearly 23 years ago. In sickness and in health. We are with each other through thick and thin.
Sorry to be so short today as I said, we’re adjusting. Let’s see each other tomorrow, and catch up some more. Have a beautiful evening.