Of Long Nights

     the last couple of days have been rough.
     thursday night, i spent the night sleeping (or not) on the bathroom floor; my mom was on the couch, my brother was in the other bathroom, and my dad was drifting in and out of sleep somewhere between the bedroom and the den.
     it was awful.
     as bad as everyone else had it, i threw up 13 times; i still feel incredibly weak, and am trying to keep a lot of liquids in me. everyone else, save mom to an extent, seems to be feeling a bit better.
     right now, we're just all enjoying a quiet evening, sitting in the den by the fire and watching The Return of the King.
     it's cold outside, and i'm wishing for someone to cuddle with. i went to feed the horses this evening, and the sun felt so amazing; i can't wait until spring. i want spring to come so badly... the warmth and the sun and the sound of birds... i just want spring. i'll feel much better when i can shed the layers and soak up the sun.

     hopefully we'll all be healed up soon. we're kind of all feeling very weak and lethargic, but hopefully within the next few days we'll be getting better. prayers would be appreciated.

Summer Nights

Best Friends

I'm Waiting for You

When a Pet Returns

     both of our dogs, marshall and dillon, ran away two weeks ago.
     we determined that they were gone after 14 inches of snow, a very bad storm, and searching for them without any results.
    however, marshall came back saturday. he was very weak and it was hard for him to even get up on the couch in the den, but once he was safe, he slept peacefully for a long time.
    we though dillon would not return, because neither of them will separate if they are out together, but dillon came back tuesday. he was weak, tired, and very skinny, but both of them are recuperating. i was very happy to have my dogs back.