One Lucky Lady

To be honest, the last two and a half weeks have been really tough for me but thankfully I have people in my life that truly care about me and have helped out so much!  Unfortunately, I have spent all but the first day Mike was in New York pretty sick.  Currently, I am waiting to hear back on the results of a blood test I took yesterday to see if I have mono.  I am really hoping that mono isn’t the case because that would mean I couldn’t give Mike the big kiss I have been planning on when I pick him up from the airport on Friday.

Not only I have been sick but Amelia has been really sick too!  One night her breathing was so bad, that I almost took her to the ER.  It turns out that she has an ear infection and a sinus infection and she’s now on antibiotics, so I’m hoping that she’ll start feeling better very soon.

Noah’s 7^th birthday was on Saturday, September 17 and I had the biggest birthday surprise for him ever.  My friend Azra, who also happens to be Noah’s biggest crush, flew out late Friday night and surprised him on his birthday!  We had such a wonderful weekend and Azra being here made Noah’s birthday so special.  She was such a big help, especially since I wasn’t feeling well!

Azra and the birthday boy!

Noah practicing some moves on his birthday present.

Noah had his first flag football game on his birthday.

The following Wednesday, my parents flew into town so they could see our new house and the town we’re living in.  On Thursday, we drove up to Enid, Oklahoma to stay with my brother Jason, his wife Emilie and their two adorable little boys, one I’d never met before.  Early Friday we drove to my mom’s hometown of Medicine Lodge, Kansas for the Indian Peace Treaty Pageant that takes place every three years.  It was great to see so much of my family; we always have a great time when we get together!

Amelia and her cousin Preston having lunch next to each other.

So despite being sick, these last two and a half weeks have gone by quickly but I am so excited that Mike is coming home Friday.  Speaking of Mike, in the middle of writing this blog my doorbell rang and it was bouquet of flowers from the best husband in the world!

My Grandma had the top of a wedding cake made for my parents.  Apparently, the first one from their wedding 34 years ago was eating by someone else.  It was such a thoughtful gift and my parents were nice enough to share it with everyone else!