Today I did absolutely nothing. After not getting home until around 2 in the morning, I was still sleeping at 10:30am when Marshall called and woke me up. I finally made it from the bed to the couch where I laid around in my PJs all freaking day long. Being too exhausted to go anywhere to get anything and not really feeling like cooking, I rummaged through our pantry to see what I could possibly eat. I settled on spaghetti and meatballs as it was quick and easy. I felt like a kid again eating it, but I have to admit it was just as good as it was when I was back then. I have to thank Marshall as he was the one that purchased them. I even topped it all off by making myself a bowl of ice cream for desert.
After lunch I did manage to sort through some paperwork in the office and began filing it away, but I wasn't even motivated enough to finish it all. I started watching the Panther game, but dozed off in the middle of it until Marshall called me again. He was on the hunt for our nephew Robi's Christmas gift. We had decided he was in desperate need of a suitcase, especially since he would be graduating college in May. Marshall went several place looking for the perfect one for Robi until he finally found a hard blue one that he thought Robi might would like. Marshall then went over to his parents' house to do his laundry and take Robi his suitcase. Still being lazy I heated up some queso dip and ate it with tostitdos for dunner. I made some hot chocolate with marshmellows and curled up for the evening. JoJo found a marshmellow that had made its way onto the floor and she thought it was the best treat she had ever had. I spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch in front of the fireplace writing and then watching Dexter. It was definitely one of those do nothing, lazy kind of days. I don't know why but the whole day I kept thinking about the book Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Perhaps it was my spaghetti and meatballs lunch, but I almost even broke out the movie and watched it. It would have been a perfect movie to watch on this lazy, lonely Sunday.
Nolan Eason
At 1:03AM on Friday, March 30, 2012 my first child was born - a son. We named him Nolan Eason. 21" long, 5lb 3oz. He was beautiful and perfect in every way, except that he was stillborn. As we searched for answers to his untimely death, we also searched for comfort. This blog was created as a way of working through my sorrow by trying to find something beautiful in the world each day. Hopefully, along the way it will help others to heal as well.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
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