What did you learn this week?
I learned that my close family really cares, even if they make fun of me in the process.
On the day of our break in (if you would even call it that), my Mom and Dad were the first people I called (beside Hubby and the police). Hubby called his Mom and Dad. It was instinct, and it was right for both of us. (My next would have been Big Sis, but she was dealing with something so I told her later on.)
For the next few hours I fielded phone calls from the family, wanting to make sure I was okay, and get their digs in (I was called Sleeping Beauty a few times).
Even now, almost a week later I am still getting little jibes, but I don’t mind in the least. Because this week was rough, and my family was there for me.