GRATITUESDAY – A Steady Hand

I had a biopsy today, that required a large needle. (I won’t be offended if you don’t want to read this post, if things like needles and weird biopsies make you squeamish).

In the scheme of things, after going through emergency c-sections and open-heart surgeries, this was a relatively minor procedure. But it involved a large needle and my tongue, and I’d been dreading the possibility for a couple months now.

I have had a weird blister-like growth on my tongue and it would not go away. And it liked to bleed on occasion, resulting in a very expensive ER visit to stop said bleeding. The ER doctor/nurse suggested follow-up and then the regular doctor suggested I see the specialist, and today was finally the day to see what this crazy, annoying thing was.

And that required a complete removal of the growth, and a biopsy. The doctor was VERY reassuring that it was probably one of a few simple things, none of which were anything scary like cancer, so that was comforting. But I still had to get through the needle injection and removal.

I know I gushed about my husband already this month, but as I processed this minor traumatic event, I knew I wanted to mention him again in my Gratituesday post. The man is a rock, steady as they come, and he is such a great comforting presence for me. He has been with me through every doctor appointment with two difficult pregnancies, every procedure, every ultrasound and echocardiogram, both c-sections, and while he couldn’t hold my hand during the open heart surgery, he was there in the waiting room, holding and waiting.

Allan and I approach most tough situations completely differently. He is a jokester, I am serious. He is steady, I can be a nervous wreck. He is calm, and I am often… not calm. It’s a fun life. After almost 20 years together, I’d like to think I’ve learned to joke more and am slightly more calm. And I know he is more serious than he used to be, but only VERY occasionally, and if I INSIST he be serious. (See, here I am, joking a little!) It hasn’t always been easy, this growing together, and growing towards one another. We’ve hit our fair share of road bumps, and have had some significant dips on the roller coaster of marriage.

BUT… when the doctor came close with the (very large) needle, the nurse asked if I wanted her to hold my hand. My husband asked the same question at the same time. I immediately wanted my husband’s strong, steady hand. The needle in the tongue was every bit as awful as you can imagine, and then some, and then my tongue required stitches, which was a completely different needle and thread! It was only after it was all over that I realized I’d squeezed the life out of my husband’s fingers. I didn’t even think about it – I just KNEW I could hold his hand, and he could take whatever pressure I put on him.

Steady. Calm. Present. Comforting. (And always, always there with the jokes).

I am so thankful.

GRATITUESDAY – 20 YEARS!

20 years ago today, I drove from York, Nebraska to Denver, Colorado to meet up with Allan B Huskins Jr. for the first time. We had been talking, and then “dating” online and over the phone for several weeks, and February 13, 2004 was our first in-person meeting.

The drive to Colorado was just six hours, but it felt like sixty. I was nervous, but also so very excited. Nervo-cited, as one of my kids calls it. I was 99% sure that I was going to marry Allan, but I hadn’t actually met him in person yet! Sound crazy? Yeah, it probably was, a little. But several weeks of talking non-stop (like 40 hours a week talking), and I was certain he was the guy for me. He seemed to feel the same.

But we needed to MEET each other first!

I pulled into the parking lot at Cracker Barrel, with little almost 2 year old Samuel in the back seat watching “Blues Clues” on a borrowed VCR/TV combo. He was happy as could be (he almost always was), with no idea that this night might change our lives pretty drastically. I arrived just a couple minutes before Allan, and then I saw his Jetta pull in and park right next to my car. I took a deep breath, and jumped out of the van. It was the moment of truth. And the moment Allan got out of his car and enveloped me in a hug, I KNEW. I won’t ever forget that moment, the smells of his leather Indy jacket, the absolutely gorgeous smile and dimples, the warm, comforting, strong arms.

I was home. He proposed before the weekend was over, and I said yes.

And for the last 20 years, Allan and I have been “home” for each other, traveling this life together through the best of times and the worst of times. We have been through very difficult life-threatening pregnancy, babies and toddlers, special needs with our kids, severe grief and loss, moving across the country, and the teenage years with our three kids! So much of it has been HARD, and yet there has always been laughter in our home. We have struggled mightily in many ways, but we’ve continued to overcome, thanks to God’s grace. And God has been SO GOOD to us, through it all.

This last year has been one of the toughest, AND one of the best. I can’t even put into words how much Allan has been there for me. (If you know me, you know I’ll try to find the words anyway). He has been a solid rock of support, encouragement, help and love. The vows “in sickness and in health”? Yeah, he has lived those vows with me for all 20 years, but most especially this last year. I am certain I would not have been willing to go through the surgery without his help (and I mostly agreed to have the surgery FOR him). The days at home following the surgery were again some of the hardest AND the best. I was totally vulnerable and helpless, dependent on him for everything. As a Type-A personality, control freak, I hated it. But also so thankful for my husband.

Over the last year we have also discovered what time alone feels like. For six weeks after my surgery, we went almost nowhere, and sat together in our living room while I recuperated…talking, eating, resting, and talking a little (lot) more. And now, with two kids out of the house, and the one left at home that is SO busy, she’s hardly ever here, Allan and I have found ourselves with a lot more time to continue to sit and talk and eat and relax ALONE. It has been a sweet preview to what an empty nest will look like, (and I’m totally ready!)

20 years. I had no idea what ALL was to come when I made that nervous drive to Colorado, but I will always be thankful that I did and that I found my HOME in Allan B Huskins Jr.

GRATITUESDAY – Paint Parties!

Gratituesday - Paint Parties With Samantha

I’m a day late, but better late than not! So, it’s GratiWednesday this week!

We had our first acrylic painting Paint Party in the shop last night, thanks to Samantha Jewell. Nine of us painted the Floral Heart Painting last night, and it was SO. MUCH. FUN! Besides all the fun we had, the party raised money for HUGS For Tomorrow, feeding and educating kids in Malawi, Africa.

Floral Heart Painting, Paint Party image at Delight Design

When I opened the Delight Design shop, one of my main objectives for the Party Room was to fill it with not only lots of crafting, BUT to use it in ways that would glorify God and share His good news. Partnering with Samantha to gather people to paint WHILE raising money to feed kiddos? THE BEST!

And we are just getting started! This Paint Party is one of THREE we scheduled for the Floral Heart Painting. We filled up the first party in less than a day, so we added a second one. And then a third! And Samantha is already working on the painting for March. The excitement and positive energy filling the shop and the party room is electric, and I’m so incredibly grateful for what God is doing.

Besides paint parties for adults, we are also making plans for paint parties for kids, AND so many other crafting type events. I can’t wait to see what 2024 brings, and we’re off to a great start.

Now, if you missed last night’s party, do not worry! You can still join us! There is ONE spot open for tomorrow, Thursday the 8th, and THREE spots open for Tuesday, the 13th. We originally thought we could get eight spots, but when we set up, we were able to make it nine. So, SIGN UP, come join us, laugh and have fun, paint a fun picture, and feed some kids in Africa at the same time!

GRATITUESDAY – Mental Clarity & Strength

I’ve had lots of questions over the last few months about how I’m feeling and how I’m recovering. It’s been a very SLOW physical process, and while I’m thankful to be almost 8 months out from open heart surgery, I’m still definitely struggling with physical energy, and I’m not where I’d like to be.

HOWEVER, what HAS been improving lately is my mental strength and energy.

Part of the story of the last year and a half has been about how much childhood trauma came out of hiding when I found out I’d need to have open heart surgery. I would never have guessed that the mental/emotional part of this journey would be JUST as hard as the physical. I had so many feelings, all. the. time. Overwhelm, anger, fear, frustration, fear, resentment, fear, fury (deeper than plain ole anger), and did I mention fear? “All the feelings all the time”, meant that I wasn’t able to THINK as clearly as usual, and I had what felt like zero capacity for anything difficult or stressful. And on any given day, EVERYTHING felt difficult and stressful.

I struggled with expressing myself verbally (oh, I talk a lot, but not always coherently), and I’d be in the middle of sentences and have no idea what the next word was supposed to be. Simple words. They were just gone! It felt often like I was losing my mind and like there were way too many tabs open and everything just needed to be SHUT DOWN already. I would try to create or execute a plan, and it was immediate overwhelm. I felt like I was losing ME. The go-getter, the get it done, the let’s make this happen girl. She was…. gone.

For several months after surgery, this did not improve AT ALL. But around 7 months out, I started to notice a difference. Slowly but surely, within the last few weeks, I’ve felt like my brain is starting to work again. I’m still forgetting words regularly, and my capacity is not anywhere near 100%, but I’m feeling energized to dream, plan, hope, and work again. It’s exciting to get up in the mornings and think about what’s on the To Do list, and feel like I can actually accomplish some of the tasks.

I can finally see glimpses of the Charlene that was before, but with quite a few improvements. Because interestingly, as I’ve muddled through all the trauma for the last year, I’ve actually found that I’m DEALING with the trauma. And healing has begun on decades-long wounds. As those wounds heal, I have clarity, strength and wholeness now that I didn’t even know I needed.

And for that, I’m grateful.

GRATITUESDAY – SO Many, Many Blessings!

When I sat down last night to think about what I’d like to share for today’s Gratituesday post, I started to feel overwhelmed. Overwhelmed in a GOOD way! You see, it’s been one crazy week of SNOW and LOW temps and MORE SNOW and VERY LOW temps. There was a lot that could have been stressful about the blizzard of the decade, like my husband had to miss two days of work because we were totally snowed in and our heater can’t keep up when the temps get below 10 degrees (which they totally did), and our daughter was supposed to leave town in the middle of this storm. Just little details, really.

But the good – oh, the good. The list is long, but here is what I’ve been thankful for over the last four to five days, in no particular order: space heaters, a full pantry full of food and yummy snacks, extended time at home with my husband, electric blankets, hot water, a freezer full of more food, warm fuzzy socks and slippers, plenty of books on my kindle app to read, no morning alarms for four days, extra time to pray and focus on business and this coming year, internet and a laptop so I could keep working and designing at home, people with snow blowers and shovels who are willing to dig out your cars for very affordable prices, electricity, streaming movies and shows to watch, and did I mention lots and lots of free time?

Allan and I are total homebodies, so a three day weekend stuck at home with nothing to do but relax and hang out is something we’re always up for, especially since the electricity, internet and space heaters all kept working. (Don’t ask what the temps were in the non-space-heated rooms – let’s just say we’re also really glad our son was away at college in a warm dorm room, since we didn’t have enough space heaters for ALL the rooms). We (crazily?) sent our daughter out the door on Friday with other youth group kids to a youth rally in Kansas City for the weekend, (and only “kind of” stalked her trip the entire way on Life 360). So, it was literally just the two of us, and HUGE snow drifts outside our doors and surrounding our cars, keeping us home.

And oh my… I totally forgot to add something to the Gratitude list. PEANUT BUTTER!! Our daughter has severe peanut allergy, and we don’t typically eat peanut butter in our house. But…with her gone for the weekend, we MIGHT have made a few peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (and carefully cleaned up afterwards), and we MIGHT have enjoyed those sandwiches VERY, VERY much!

So, all in all, it was a great weekend. The temps are still super low, and there is talk of more snow on Thursday, and we are kinda over it already… but I am going to keep reminding myself how blessed we are!

GRATITUESDAY – Snow Days, Peppermint Mocha Decaf Coffee, and My Sweet Teenager

All last week, we were watching the weather forecast for this week because it appeared that our first BIG snowfall (blizzard) for the year was on the horizon. Sometimes in Nebraska, snow is on the forecast, but then it does not appear. This was NOT one of those times. Most towns near us, and including ours, had school cancellations BEFORE any snow even fell, because the meteorologists were totally sure we were in for it. And.. we were! Yesterday, the snow started falling around 7:30 a.m. or so (about a half hour after my husband left for work), and it just kept falling. All day long. It was beautiful to watch from the warmth of my living room chair, but as the day went on, I wondered, “How is Allan (my husband) going to park in our driveway??!” I am not physically able to shovel snow, so that was out. My daughter Martha is still getting over mono, so I wasn’t sure if that was the best option. I pondered it for a couple hours, and probably worried more than I should have.

Thankfully, when I mentioned it to her, Martha was TOTALLY up for shoveling. She LOVES the snow, and was itching to get out into it. About 30 minutes before hubby was expected home, she headed out, cute as can be in her brand new hot pink winter coat, with braided pigtails and matching hot pink tennis shoes. (Yes, the girl needs boots for future snow days). (Photo is her smiling at our security camera, so it’s a bit pixelated).

She worked hard to create an opening for my husband’s car and a walkway for him to get to the house, and then when I expected her to come in, she headed over to the lawn area to make a snowman. I continued watching from my warm kitchen, drinking hot decaf peppermint mocha coffee, and might have had a tear or two in my eyes.

It’s been a rough couple of months for Martha. She got mono right around Thanksgiving, and basically missed ALL the fun parts of the end of the first semester. She wasn’t able to compete in One Act when they went to State, she didn’t get to perform in the show choir concert after choreographing one of the numbers for her team, and she wasn’t able to work for several weeks, which meant no paycheck and NO Christmas shopping. And doing anything, schoolwork included, made her exhausted. Needless to say, she’s a bit behind, been a little stressed, and feeling isolated and tired of feeling tired. Watching her outside, working and then playing in the snow, and seeing her BRIGHT beautiful smile, was such a gift.

And the peppermint mocha decaf coffee? Just my favorite Christmas gift from the family – decaf coffee Keurig pods and Peppermint Mocha creamer. So perfect for snow days like yesterday… and today! It continued to snow last night until some time early this morning. Martha is not out shoveling today, but my husband is home, so he is! Thankful for HIM too!

What are you grateful for today? What are small blessings (or big ones) that you can thank God for?