Thirty-one walks, thirty-one posts.
It wasn't much, but at least it was something.
The days leading up to my surgery were a whirlwind of preparations: sub plans, picking up medications, washing clothes and bed linens, shopping for ready-made meals, and buying my husband's birthday cards and gifts.
By the time I got around to the last thing on that list, it was at the end of a twelve-hour workday, my last before medical leave. My husband is hard to shop for as a rule, and I had little to no brain power left to be creative.
I drove to my local Hallmark and spent a few minutes choosing a couple of heartfelt cards. The decision fatigue was closing in fast as I wandered the boutique sections, trying to find something, anything that would keep me from having to go somewhere else.
There--fancy pancake mix and syrup. Something I could make for him when I felt up to it again.
It wasn't much, but at least there were cards and gifts, waiting for him on his birthday this morning.
You have a full list, yet you made time and space to celebrate your husband. Truly it is the thought that counts! Good luck with your preparations and leave.
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