I've been back in Chicago for three days now. It's peaceful. Pleasantly so.
I spent Saturday morning on an airplane, Saturday afternoon around the house and at the grocery store and Saturday night eating dinner that my mom made. Wonderful. Sunday was church, decorating Christmas trees with my sister's Girl Scout troop, then an afternoon with the newspaper and a nap. I ate another dinner my mom made, then watched Desperate Housewives, channel surfed and went to sleep early. Wonderful, yet again. Today, I spent the morning in Chicago when Brooke came to visit, reliving our childhoods at American Girl Place, ogling at every chocolate imaginable at the Ghiradelli and Hershey's stores, book browsing at Borders, and making wish lists at the three-story Gap. Then I went to the hand doctor and got no answers. I'm getting some tests and x-rays done later this week, then starting physical therapy in December. I want some answers, but I guess I'll have to be patient -- uncharacteristically so.
God's bringing me the peace I've wanted for so long . . . it's beautiful.
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