Happy Tuesday! It’s my first week on my new Tuesday, Thursday, Friday blogging schedule. I hope you all are doing well! 🙂
Fair warning, I didn’t have the best New Year, and this post may be graphic.
This year the friends my husband and I spend New Year’s Eve with decided to travel across the country to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Although Danny and I have been giving them a hard time for leaving us this year, truly, we’re happy they had the opportunity to freeze their toes, play in snow, and consume a few Philly cheesesteaks.
With them gone this holiday, my husband and I played it cool. We had Chinese dumplings for dinner with friends, played Sushi Go! (a very fun card game), and ate a slice of lemon-raspberry cheesecake. We were home and in bed by 10:30 pm. We turned on the movie The Holiday starring Kate Winslet and Cameron Diaz, and my husband fell asleep before the main characters even exchanged houses.
When the clock struck twelve, I texted a friend that we were the grandparents of the group, and then I fell asleep.
Around 3 am my dog woke me up to go outside. Downstairs, I could hear my husband waking up and walking to the bathroom. Shortly thereafter, I heard a small crash. I figured he must have hit and knocked something over while walking in the dark. As I continued to look out the window to spot my dog Dobby, I heard a second crash loud enough to make me question whether we had just experienced an earthquake. It seemed like the house shook, even if it was for but a moment. I ran upstairs, turned on the light, and saw my husband standing but startled. I anxiously asked him what happened and was he okay, but he didn’t respond. He just looked at me. That’s when I saw the blood dripping down his head, and this is the image that keeps replaying in my mind.
I called 911, and we spent the night in the ER. My husband needed five staples to close his wound. The doctors believe he passed out, which caused him to hit his head; my husband doesn’t remember what happened. Although, he did share his thoughts on the incident on his own blog. Check it out here!
At the ER and during the day yesterday (when I was awake), I think I remained pretty calm and had a good sense of humor, but when it came time to say goodnight and try to sleep, fear visited me. I’m not one to fear the night. Going to sleep is actually something I look forward to daily. I love sleep. I cherish sleep. I’d snuggle sleep. Ha, you get the point. But all I could think about was that the last time we went to bed it didn’t go so well.
I don’t know why my husband fell. Therefore, I can’t prevent it from happening again. This realization can drive a person crazy, but it can also make me appreciate the good—being home, holding hands, and the taste of freshly baked cinnamon rolls (that’s how we treated ourselves last night).
A fellow blogger, Claire Yang, shared that a New Year’s tradition she practices is not spending any money on the first of January. She wrote, “In the Hmong culture…If you do spend money on the first day of the new year, then you will not be able to save much money and will be spending a lot of it for the entire year.” I commented on her post that I might give this custom a try, and I thought of Claire when the nurse at the ER swiped my credit card.
This New Year I’m reminded of a quote from the movie Dan in Real Life.
“I want to talk to you about the subject of plans… life plans and how we all make them, and how we hope that our kids make good, smart, safe plans of their own. But if we’re really honest with ourselves, most of our plans don’t work out as we’d hoped. So instead of asking our young people, ‘What are your plans? What do you plan to do with your life?’, maybe we should tell them this: Plan… to be surprised.”