An Update on Life: Bear With Me

One of the photos I was able to recover from my Cabo trip.

I haven't given up on blogging, truly I haven't. Things have just been nonstop ever since we made it home from our little Cabo excursion. We've entered into busy season at work, which means late nights, early mornings, and some tears. (Those would be shed by me...I really hate early mornings.)

Thanks for all the advice on how to recover photos from my SD card. I really have no clue what happened. It's sad that it happened on our very. last. day. But luckily, I was able to recover a few. They're just photos, right? We still have the memories and that's what's important. Or at least that's what I keep repeating to myself when I feel the panic creeping in. Funny how we can become so devastated over something so seemingly insignificant. You'd think I left a limb behind in Cabo, not just a few snapshots of our day. 

Remember before I left I mentioned Steven got a softball to the face recently? Well, it turned out to be a bigger deal than I let on. A few of his teeth were knocked loose, and, a few weeks later, started to change color. He went to the dentist this morning and was informed he needs a root canal on both his front teeth! My poor hubby.... jaw surgery, braces, and two root canals all in about a year's time. But you know what? That man has the best attitude and never complains about it. It would do me good to take some notes. 

Since we've gotten back, I've felt an overwhelming compulsion to simply get stuff done. House projects here and there I've been dragging my feet on, organizing and decluttering all those nooks and crannies that seem to pile up higher and higher every time I blink my eyes, tending to the garden and exercising my green thumb...I just need to get things done. And it feels so good to be doing, you know?

Huckleberry and Herschel say hi. They survived our weeklong absence. I never doubted they would. Those two boys are tough despite being ridiculously spoiled. I think Herschel was a little starved for attention, and Huck was absolutely worn out from running around with his friends all day at daycare for 7 days straight, but they are good now. Very good. I love those cuddly fur babies. 

Lastly, if you made it to the end of these ramblings, I consider you a good friend.