The week has come and gone. Every night I think about updating this blog and I just can't bear it.

My grandmother was here for a week. A long week. :) She is an amazing woman with so many talents. And it scares me to think that she believes we really live this way. With our bed in the dining room, the cat penned in the bathroom, laundry not done for 7 weeks now. Our clothes on bookshelves instead of in an actual dresser. And truly, that is our reality at the present time. Give us a few weeks, however, and things will change.

But, now, all our laundry is done! My grandma did over 30 loads of laundry. Washed, dried, ironed, and put away. She's one of those ladies who irons undies. And sheets. And Gwen's cloth diaper covers. But who am I to argue? When we took her to the airport this morning, our shelves were stocked with another 7 weeks worth of clothes. :)

How did you all celebrate Memorial Day? We threw rocks in our pond.

Seriously, I have a hard time with any day that makes me remember what my husband went through. And what other loved ones are going through right now, as I type. It makes me want to sob with gratefulness that my husband was able to walk off a plane and embrace me, and also with a little bit of worry over who maybe won't come home. (Sorry Layne and Sarah. I know Derek and P *are* coming home. I just remember the constant ache of "what if".)

So, I held my husband, gave him kisses, and thanked God all day that he is safe at home again, watching Gwen grow up and helping me adjust to life with one good leg. :)