Tiny Love Letter

Surgery sucks. Believe me, I know. But when you're helpless, in pain, and dependent on other people, you have plenty of time to think about the gift that friends and family bring into your life.

Thanks to Paul, for enduring my cranky mood, listening to me whine, driving me to the hospital, sitting and waiting for me, encouraging me and helping me with every little thing. And for making me a kick-ass chocolate malt when I got home.

Thanks to my kids, for picking flowers, making cards and visiting me, even though it was scary, and for making such a big effort to straighten up the house before I got home.

Thanks to Garth & Susan, for visiting me with the cutest baby in the WWW and bringing me the mystic and precious elixir of Mederma.

Thanks to Laura, for sending such beautiful flowers and making me laugh with her blog.

Thanks to Mom and Al, for visiting and bringing me magazines which kept me entertained when it took me (seemingly) hours to pee.

Thanks to all the people who sent prayers, especially Marty who lifted me up at Taize!

Thanks to Tina and Jaclyn, who visited and brought me roses and the sweetest homemade card.

Thanks to Al for taking the kids to Winsteads while I was still stuck in the hospital.

Thanks to my wonderful mother-in-law, for calling me beforehand with a pep talk and some prayers.

Thanks to N.N. Cheryl, for visiting me while I was in a thick and nauseated narcotic fog.

Thanks to my boss for keeping me in the loop while the contract changed and I needed to send in paperwork STAT.

Thanks to my nurses and even my mean doctor, for dealing with me: the difficult and demanding patient.

Surgery sucks, but I am so blessed and lucky.