A 911 Valentine and a Last Walk and a Moving On

I have tried several times to start this,  but it's too long, too emotional, and I just don't know what to say to put it all in a box and wrap a bow around it for a blog post.  

 I realized I can't, and I will post each "event" separately, next time I can process. Right now I'm too tired and scattered.

Many of my Facebook friends and family have been 'in the know" because of my updates, but here, in a nutshell, is what has happened.

My husband was taken by ambulance from work to the hospital on Wednesday. He thought he might have had a heart attack, but all tests have ruled that out.  He is alive and well, and home, and that's the brief version.  He came home today.

But yesterday I had to say final goodbyes to Brownie.  It was heart-wrenching, and I never would have chosen to do that on Valentine's Day, but after much prayer, counsel, and crying, I took her to the vet.  We are all at peace about the decision, and now she is at peace, too.

And coming up? Our daughter moves out this weekend. 

A Triple Whammy of a week, but so many answered prayers and countless graces have been part of all the sadness.  I feel buoyed, relieved, immensely grateful, and can tell you with complete peace, it is well with my soul.