Motorcycle Accident

If you have been keeping up with my blog and social media, you would know that I have been waiting to share some exciting news with you. I was set to publish a post containing all the juicy details on January 9th, until the unimaginable happened, Alan (my husband) was in a motorcycle accident. It could've easily been a tragedy, but by a miracle, Alan is still here--with injuries. Unfortunately, the exciting news I've been craving to tell you will have to wait until after Alan is properly healed. 

A lot of painful memories were brought back when I walked into the trauma room to see Alan. The reality of 'what if' is absolutely unbearable. I keep gazing at Alan while he's asleep and crossing my eyes over to stare at his helmet, though I can barely stand to look at it. I've reflected on losing him once before, but this time it was different. This time, it was too close. The worst part about everything was having to tell Lyla that her Dad was very hurt and we were going to have to go see him at the hospital, she immediately began crying. I was calm and collect when I told her, so I'm not sure if it was because she actually understood what had happened or because she felt all the emotion that I was feeling, whichever,  it broke my heart. 

The last week has been a wreck, I feel like a damn goose running around with its' head chopped off. However, today is Friday the 13th and thankfully there's nothing to be done, because record will show that we do not have good luck. In fact, I refuse to bare myself to any chance of bad luck, the World will not see me today. Instead, I will sip on countless cups of tea, take many doses of cough syrup (did I mention I'm horribly ill?), let my three year old do almost anything as long as she's occupied and embrace the fact that my family is still whole while smothering my highly medicated husband with cuddles--he'll love that.