We Survived.

This blog post was started in April of 2020 after making literally hundreds and hundreds of masks.  I have no recollection of this, but here it is, me bearing my soul - and here we are 9 months later and not much has changed.  

I just didn't deal with making hundreds of masks well.  

It is rather interesting seeing other people reacting with what I have been dealing with day to day since my ICL diagnosis in 2013... they are flipping out.  I guess my one day is ok... I am still dog paddling... 

My crash last week was wicked; two days of hell, bawling, fussing, crying... it was awful.  If you were a part of it, I am sorry.  If you were not, thank God.

We survived.  I don’t know how he didn’t walk, but he is still here, still reassuring me and still my rock.  I love this man.

I put the masks away.  They scare me.  They remind me that we may be here forever, that we will not ever again be as carefree as we were 3 months ago.  It reminds me that there may never be an end to this or that the end will not be good.  I didn’t need to think about that 24/7 - the masks had to go despite people begging me to make them.

So I gave away my mask making supplies and took a walk around the yard.  The spring flowers reminded me that God is still on control and that I don’t get to choose the path, HE does.

I walked back into my sewing nook and started sewing.  I have pieced 2 baby quilts, sandwiched them and today I will be quilting them!

I scheduled this post to post on Saturday.  I am taking a down day today.  Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend.  I plan to sew bowl buddies and one quilt block.  Steve will be working on my truck hopefully.  It is sick.  Not sure what it has but it is sick.  Lol...