A lot of things have prevented me from writing this post. I haven't edited the pictures, I don't have the time, now it's ridiculously too late, and finally, it's too embarrassing. Yes, embarrassing.
Here's the story.
My friend, Michelle, and I had been planning on throwing a Costume Party like Kimball and I did last year. We started planning and then things just sort of stopped, life got busy and the next thing we knew it was the week before Halloween and invites, decorations, food, activities were not planned at all! We hurried to get things done and luckily we have awesome friends who were still willing to come with such short notice!
Fast forward to the day before Halloween, Michelle and Jordan come over to help cut out bats for the banner that would go all over our house and we're talking doing last minute prep. They take off and Kimball and I get the bats up, it looks like everything is actually going to come together! I'm feeling a bit under the weather and I have to mend Kimballs costume and finish details on mine and clean the entire house..but, you know, do-able. Right? Wrong.
Halloween day I'm running around with my head cut off trying to do everything and get last arrangements and make the house look somewhat festive and clean and by now I'm feeling AWFUL. My head is pounding, my body in chills, and I'm just plain feeling weak and dizzy. Do I say something? No, because that would be the logical thing and I am not a logical person when I'm sick. So I continue and friends start to arrive (don't worry, I'm still in sweats and the house isn't finished and my soup is cold).
Finally Kimball commands me upstairs and my lovely lovely lovely friends (seriously I love them so much) continue the work I haven't finished. I turn to climb the stairs and fall. Yes, fall, up the stairs. I laugh it off so everyone else laughs as well. I get upstairs and take a good look at my bed thinking "I can just fall asleep..no one would notice. I could just get in bed and sleep." But I throw that logic out the window and get dressed anyway.
Dressed and ready to try and mingle to the best of my ability I start walking down the stairs to the living room. And then it happened. I ever-so-slightly step on the back of my dress and whoosh, I'm bounding down the stairs on my backside. I land on middle landing straight on my tailbone. I'm probably being dramatic and remember it wrong but I swear everyone gasped. I immediately want to die, cry and curl in a ball and try to disappear all at once. But I shake it off, give a little laugh and straighten my dress. I help in the kitchen, eat a roll and cling to the banister for dear life. By now I'm really dizzy and don't know if I could stand straight if I let go. After what seemed like eternity (but was probably only 5 minutes) I decide I can be a party pooper or disappear. I sneak upstairs and crumble to the floor in my bedroom and just sleep.
I wake to Kimball helping me take my dress off and get me into bed. I cry and tell him how much my tailbone hurts and how mad and stupid I feel for not being downstairs. He reassures me everything is okay and I fall back asleep. The next time I wake up it's to my name being called as my friends leave and call up to me that they love me and to feel better. Throughout the next couple hours I receive more emails and texts from my lovely friends expressing their gratitude for the party, how fun it was, how I was missed and how much they love me and want me to feel better.
I could very easily say this was the worst Halloween ever but my friends and loving husband keep me from pronouncing that. That night I felt more blessed than ever. Sure I was sick, spent a great deal of energy putting on my party I didn't attend and bruised my tailbone and dented my pride but it was all for and with people that I loved. And that made it worth it.
Michelle and Jordan were the last to leave helping Kimball clean and sweep up. They don't know this but I heard their conversation as they cleaned for me. They discussed how I was doing, my fall and how well I took it all. The concern and genuine care in their voices brought me comfort as I laid in bed. The next morning I came down to a spotless home and pictures on my camera that Kimball thoughtfully thought to snap, knowing I would be so sad if I didn't get any. I know this post is long and probably extremely boring but I really wanted to document it to remember how the love of my loved ones made me feel and to remember how lucky I am to have friends who can turn any bad day around.
because i am blessed.
*back posted*
