Last night we got a special delivery. My husband is finally home.
R couldn’t come home earlier. Two weeks earlier he had surgery to reroute some veins in his pelvis. The surgery was only supposed to be a couple of hours but it turned into an all-day event. Doctors did not anticipate all of the scarring and removed it when they could. He ended up having a tummy tuck!
So naturally I said, “I thought I was going to be the first one to get the tummy tuck in this marriage!”
Sadly I will not be posting a pic of his incision site.
R took one look in the fridge and said, “We need groceries!”
I will be the first to admit that frozen salmon and ground turkey can get old. Still in pain from his surgery, we went to get groceries and he made a delicious dinner.
Short ribs, using a marinade that includes soy sauce, garlic, brown sugar, and Sprite.
We bought a giant pumpkin pie for five dollars, the same price had he made it himself. Sometimes we’re “homemade” snobs but man, this was delicious with ube macapuno ice cream. Macapuno means coconut and ube is a sweet yam. Looks weird and disgusting but trust me, we have found a new Christmas tradition!
That’s what I feel Christmas is lacking, authentic traditions that don’t involve the stress of spending money. Perhaps all of the events in the past month were necessary for me to be reminded that even in my most exhausted, sad, sleepless state, I don’t need to do anything to be present.
Everything else will fall into place.