The best way I can describe the past 10 days is "overwhelming."
That's how my son described his feelings when I came through the door after being gone for four days.
That's how I could describe my emotions as my family gathered to celebrate the life of my grandma.
That's how all my senses responded to experiencing the ocean for the first time.
That's how I can measure my gratitude to the family members who cared for our children so that we could have four days away from the farm in the company of good friends.
But somehow, in the grief and the laughter, the waves and the dunes, the high heels and the airport layovers, I missed a milestone.
This blog turned a year old, and I didn't even acknowledge it.
I sort of feel like I missed a child's birthday.
Now that I have remembered, I am too stuffy, feverish, and weary to even write a proper post. All I can think about is my pillow and a hot cup of tea.
You can all throw a party without me. Just don't wake up the kids, okay?