Word for the week: buried

It's been quite a week, where everything that could have happened, seemed to have happened all at once. First we were buried under at least 8" of snow, an amount we hadn't seen in at least 5 years, maybe 10. Then I was buried in yarn, with order after order throughout the week and a flurry of emails, inquiries and even the possibility of some exciting press all thanks to that generous outside source. I know not to count my chickens too early, but if it happens you'll be the first to know.

As a result I became enlightened by the notion of networking and how powerful it really is, but I first had to be shown. (It's at this point that I ask you to not make fun of me for having grown up in Missouri,the "show me" state--oh the irony.)

We've been buried in blankets as well, the girls were so much sicker than I originally thought. We found out yesterday that Allie has strep and Lauren has had the flu since Monday. No wonder she was bawling about a cartoon.

I've also felt buried in the generosity of friends. One who, when I announced I was popping over for a visit promptly baked cookies for us and made me take them all home. I swear, I never leave her house empty handed. And another, whose exhuberant praise and encouragement overwhelms me, but at the same time keeps me moving gently along in my own backward, naive sort of way, making me ever so grateful for the chance to follow my heart....