So, today was a big step for me. We had family coming over. Since the boys have moved (that's how I refer to it now), I haven't really done anything. Meaning, whenever company came over, my poor husband would do all the cooking, the preparation...I would just retreat into a shell, preparing myself for what seemed the formidable task of meeting someone. Sounds silly, doesn't it? Even as I write it, it seems like I am listening go the words of a madwoman, and then I realize that madwoman is me.

Anyway, today I actually made some things. I made a spinach dip, a flan (so what if I burned it, it's the thought that counts, right? ;) ). I made a cake, and brought hummus. I took out dishes that had gathered dust on them from lack of use. It felt good doing it actually. I felt ready to do it.

I didn't realize what a big step I had taken today. After our company left, my husband said to me "you're starting to come back. And you came back with a bang today". Say what Spongebob, was my reaction. "this is the first time you made an effort to do something when someone was coming over, and it was good to see ."

You know, it was good to feel too.