2 Years... and 20 stockings later

Two years ago this week, I was 29 weeks pregnant and leaving the hospital after a long, scary week.  The DVT that rocked our world was "under control" and I was allowed to get out of the bed for the first time in days (if you've ever used a bedpan, you get what great news this was, right?).  I remember my first shower after days of laying in bed.  My leg swelled up like a big fat blueberry.  I was on my feet for less than 10 minutes and had to lay down in the bath tub before I could walk back to my bed.  A big fat blueberry leg is hard to walk on!

And then we came home.  That was interesting.  There are 7 steps leading up to my house.  And each one was like climbing a mountain.  The first thing I wanted to do was to decorate our Christmas tree.  Which meant I had to sit on the couch in the living room and let Paul and my mom decorate our tree - while I watched.  That wasn't easy.  I don't watch well - I like doing the doing myself.  Not watching.    Especially when we're talking about doing things that I enjoy - like decorate our Christmas tree each year.

So... let me get to the point.  We decorated our little Christmas tree last week.  And each time I walk by it I am so appreciative both of the help I received in years past (thanks Mom, thanks Paul) but also that that help was not needed today.

Listening to Christmas music now and wrapping presents... and enjoying this lovely view!