I woke up feeling better today and was able to TASTE my first morsel of food in weeks. Luckily for me, it was a Carmel delight GirlScout Cookie that awakened my tastebuds from their long slumber. Praise Jesus for cookies at 8:00 in the morning.
The time in Reno so far has been great and so relaxing and maybe just what the doctor ordered. I went out for coffee last night with my sister in-law while my parents watched Ezra for me and I was able to relax and converse without having to ask my toddler to stop hugging the trashcan or trying to get him to drink the juice he begged me for just moments earlier. This afternoon, Chris' parents are going to take him and I am going to wander. Get lost in the city I know better than any other. Stumble upon a shop or a park and spend some time getting reaquainted with myself. I imagine it will go something like:
"hello, self. how have you been? You are weary, yes? Weary of illness and weary of living life without a step-by-step guide? Please do not worry yourself, self. Step-by-step guides lead to boxes and you're much more of a freedom-to-roam kindof gal. Let tomorrow worry about itself. Trust, faith, leap. Trust, faith, leap. Always a net to catch you or a fall to teach you."
I find my thoughts are jumbled as of late. Polar opposites locked up in the same brain space. The desire to have another child soon is growing less and less, while the ads for the minivans on TV are strangely more and more appealing.