My sister had to go into the hospital today for some surgery. Not my story to tell, but needless to say it was pretty serious. I’ve been a real wreck about it for the past few months but I haven’t wanted to say anything. I didn’t want to worry unnecessarily and there was positive news to be had. They found things early and they are confident that she’ll bounce back cause she’s super healthy (…jerk). Also, Penn & I have never really had a gushy “sit-on-each-other’s-bed-and-give-advice” relationship so anytime I tried to form words, I either said something really cliché or I would tear up. Not exactly helpful.
I had sketched the outline of my nephew a few years back in hopes of painting a piece. However, I kept picking at it and adding another layer, but nothing seemed to work. It sat on my shelf for the past 3 years (and a move) and I’d bring it out from time to time – but I had no idea how I wanted to finish it. When I was sitting around during my vacation, it all came together. I knew exactly what I wanted to do and knew that the timing was perfect. What better way to say “I’m thinking about you and I love you”? I gave it to her yesterday and she seemed pleased. I slept better having given it to her before she went in this morning and woke up with a few fewer butterflies in my tummy.
She’s out now and everyone is very optimistic. They sent her home and her boyfriend is holding up with her to make sure she actually stays put. I’m really glad you’re home Jenn. I love you. Please take care of yourself.