Turning on a Dirt Road.

The other night we watched home videos at the Hall home.  
As we were driving home, I reminisced on how fast time truly does go and how much can happen in such a short amount of time.  Seeing Caden as a young boy, and then watching him grow up through the years was such a fun thing to see.  And, I had this overwhelming sense of pride when I watched him turn into the person he is today.  

So much has happened in his life, and my life, that could have ended terribly.  So many decisions could have been altered and we both could have ended up in very bad parts of our lives.  

It's like when you are driving down a dirt road and you are lost beyond all means.  You don't have a GPS and you aren't sure which way is home.   You come to a fork in the road and both paths look identical.  You hope for the best and turn your wheel real sharp, hoping the road you took ends up to home.    Of course, both paths have bumps and pot holes, but you keep on trucking with faith that you are going the right way.   Then, magically, you see something familiar and you get a sudden burst of energy knowing that somebody somewhere was looking out for you.   And all the sudden you can breathe easier, you can now turn back on the radio and you can jam to your favorite song knowing that everything is going to be okay.

That's my life.

I was stuck on a gross dirt road with no direction.   I came to a fork and hoped for the best, turning my wheel blindly towards what I hoped would be home.   And I ended up finding Caden and all the sudden I could breathe easy, and I could roll down my windows and let my hair flip in the wind, and I knew that everything was going to be okay.

As I drove home last night, I thought about how much could have changed if I had taken the wrong road.  I thought about how my life might be if I had stayed on that yucky dirt road.  I thought about how my job would be, how my family would be, how my love life might be.  I thought about Hazel and how life would be without having her.   And my heart was full with emotions and gratitude and such joy knowing that somebody somewhere was looking out for me. 

And knowing that I have chosen the right path.

.... and how truly great that feels.

Drive safe, friends.

xo

Sleepy nurse.

Today, working graves got the best of me. Today the sun was shining and the birds were chirping and I wanted to be out of our basement apartment. So, after Caden made us some bomb-diggity breakfast, we went to a few stores and did some things outside of our house. Normally, when I work graves, I sleep until about 1pm and then get ready for work so I don't waste a ton of energy before my twelve hour shift.

Not today.

Today I woke up at 10:00 and ran to a bunch of different stores and did some things and by the time I got to work, i was ready for a big fat nap. My body can't do what it used to be able to do, and I get tired with the simplest of things. Hazel is requiring a lot of energy to grow all those baby parts she needs.

So now I sit at work and hope and pray that my patients all sleep lovely through the night so I can rest my little body. Three more hours and counting...