Today is a new day.

Oh goodness I feel better today. The little cuts are still sore, and they still feel like they blow open every time I sneeze or blow my nose, but for the most part I feel back to normal, which is still sorta tired and blah. But it's a whole lot better than how I have been feeling, which was pretty much terrible in all areas.
Plus, it's Valentine's day, and it's crispy cold outside with little snow flurries, and Joey called from work at seven fourteen to say Happy Valentine's Day. I try to act like those things don't matter, but as life goes on and our marriage gets older they do.
On top of that, Ethan and I are sitting at the breakfast table, laughing together for the first time in what feels like a lot longer than one week.
Mom is going to come get us, since I still can't really maneuver Ethan into the car seat. Well, I could, but I think she just wants to come get us. She spent all day with us yesterday, from seven thirty in the morning to almost eight o'clock in the evening, leaving only after she fixed us dinner. The time with her was special, something good to come out of this unexpected appendix mess.