Big, fat silver linings

The week that we had to put Jobie down was a doozy. But it had a big fat silver lining - my friends and family.  They constantly surprise me with their awesomeness and creative ways to make me smile.  I am in awe.

The day after Jobie was gone, we all moped around the house for a good bit.  With everything else going on, the loss of Jobie was the final straw in this chaos that life has thrown our way.  There was no way that I could positively-think us out of this.  Things just sucked all over place.  Wrigley, our other dog, was not interested in playing. Brooke was so fussy and wanted to be held the entire day. David was stressed out. And I became teary-eyed at little things, like seeing Jobie's collar or the fact that my tires need to be replaced.  It was rough.

But then my friends and family came through with their amazing ways to show me that I am loved and supported.  It completely caught me off-guard.

I checked out Pansy's blog (Pansy is good friend of mine).  And her blog had me laughing so hard on a day when I did not even think I could smile.  Apparently I left a sock at her house a few weeks ago.  So naturally she took it with her to Washington D.C. to be photographed on a few monuments and such.  That girl... she so gets my sense of humor.  Check out her post here.

During one teary-eyed session, I heard a knock on the door from the UPS man... delivering a cherry pie!!!  My friend, Jess, sent me a whole-freakin' cherry pie.  Holy smack - does that girl know me or what!  I was so surprised and so delighted that I burst into tears.  The UPS guy officially thinks I am crazy (as he has also seen me pregnant).  And now he has also seen me crying and laughing at the same time telling him how much I like pie and that pie cures all troubles.  I am sure my house in now flagged as "special".

Other friends and family called to talk about sweet Jobie memories, others called to plan future happy hours (sans boys and kiddos), some recorded my favorite Food Network shows for me (we don't have cable) and others called just to let me vent about all of life's troubles.

And while that week started out being a horribly rough week that will go down in the top 10 list of rough weeks... it ended on a really good note.  I felt loved.  And when it all comes down to it, it does not matter how much money you make, or whether your house is a disasterous mess, or that your stupid tires need to be replaced.  It comes down to knowing that you have given love and have been loved in return.  And baby... I have both in spades!