Catching my breath.
Oh, April. You were challenging. Between birthday parties, engagement sessions, banquets, graduations, retirements, skill saw accidents, exploding studio lights (really), yearbook photos, and just general insanity at work during the busiest month the school has seen since I started working here, I was feeling a bit, well, like this chicken:
Stretched thin, for sure. But graduation is behind us, and I can finally look ahead to some of the fun things coming up with anticipation instead of stress. (Chicago, look out, I’m coming back! And I’m bringing Josh with me!)
Saturday, as the tornado sirens blared (from FOUR in the morning until TWO the next morning, AWESOME), we celebrated with my dad his nearly 28 years of service to the police department. And as we watched the news and saw the families affected by the flood waters rising all around our community, I was once again reminded how lucky we are. Lucky that none of us had any flood/tornado damage. That my dad put his life on the line for so many years on the department and was never seriously injured. Lucky to have a job that I love, even when it gets crazy busy.
When things pile up and get overwhelming, it is sometimes hard to remember life is good. But how can it not be when you have a buddy to play Christmas-Chicken-Tug-of-War?
