Today, Christian was my hero.
Before leaving work, he made a fire in the living room,
made me a bed on the couch with oatmeal for breakfast
and my water (that I really struggle to drink),
where I lay rather uncomfortably until around noon, when
I got myself in a tub.
Honestly, even tubs are hard to take.
There really is no situation where I feel normal.
It's all hard.
It snowed again, dusting the ground outside.
That made everything cozy.
Before Christian came home, he called me and asked if there
was anything he could pick up. I said, "Christmas trees."
So, like the best husband, he visited three different places to
find our perfect trees. I mean, Christmas was already halfway over,
but the thought of wandering around a tree lot while
feeling nauseous sounded awful. Plus, it was really cold outside.
So he went alone.
A first in our marriage.
He video called me from each tree stand, and at the first two places,
they didn’t have any trees that I liked.
The trees either lacked personality or were groomed too perfectly.
The third place was the winner!
As it was getting dark, his truck pulled in with two big
butterball trees in the back.
He jumped out of the truck with a huge smile; he reminded me of Santa.
This year, I just used tinsel garland to decorate the tree.
Easy and simple.
The one upstairs is still on our porch.
I was cooked after decorating the first tree.
That one will have to wait until tomorrow.
Or who knows when.
Before going to bed, I checked the weather.
More SNOW!
