It is over. Our son left yesterday. Our daughter left today. There were tears. There are always tears when they go back to their lives.
It was a good visit. We ate well, swam, walked, went to yoga, played music, talked, played board games, napped, shopped.
We had the most lovely Christmas morning. The gifts we exchanged all seemed so perfect.
And then two days after Christmas my anxiety kicked into high gear and although I would rally from time to time it was always there in the background.
Today, most of which was spent in bed, I was thinking maybe it isn't anxiety. Maybe it is the flu.
Maybe I am not crazy.
Maybe I am just sick.
So that is how I am framing it now. My dear husband has gone out to get me some ginger ale, and tomato juice.
I am not going to let this feeling take away the last seven days.
I couldn't hug them enough, love them enough, spend time with them enough.
We went to bed before midnight so the new year arrived without our help.
Today is not the day for a big dinner, we celebrated our new year's dinner on the 30th (and also our daughter's birthday which is later this month).
Today is the day to nap, and sip ginger ale and maybe start a new knitting project.
Because although it doesn't feel like it right now, I know this feeling will pass. Anxiety is not a welcome guest, and I will do whatever I can to move it out.
And there will be at least 360 more days to revel in what 2015 has to bring.