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Deployment through my 16 year old daughter’s eyes. 

My oldest came to me last night, telling me about her “slam poetry” contest she had to do today for school. She brought up the topic of the military family, but nothing could prepare me emotionally before reading her work. As I read these words I suddenly understood so much of the events that have taken place in the last 6 months, tears streaming down my cheeks, and my heart may have broke a little but it is also filled with so much pride. 

Here is her poem, that explains what she’s gone through during this deployment. Her poem won the contest today, and I am so proud of her for putting her thoughts together in this way and for sharing with everyone. Please feel free to share with anyone, military families especially.
Pride, by Jordyn D.
November, 2015

That first second I stepped into the car, I knew something was wrong

I could just tell by the look on my mom’s face

The face that communicated she was trying to stay strong, was trying to pretend everything was fine

When it so clearly wasn’t 

I remember that I had to practically beg her to tell me what was wrong

And I remember wishing that I didn’t know once I found out

I remember the shock that went through my body

The disbelief, followed by fear, followed by anger, followed by a crushing numbness

You see, my Dad’s in the Army, well Army Reserves to be exact, at least he was when this happened

You see, Army Reserves are the men who are on “stand by”, fully trained, fully qualified

Ready to deploy if ever comes the day when the order is given

Which so rarely happens

That’s what Active Duty was for, they were the men who were ‘“first pick”

The men that were deployed the most

So why, out of all the units in the U.S was my Dad’s chosen? 

At the time all I felt was confusion

Six months later, all I feel is pride

December, 2015

Christmas is my favorite holiday

But a month after finding out my dad won’t be here for the Christmas in 2016 all I felt was sorrow

Sorrow, confusion, anger, fear, and numbness

To me, it was just another month closer to having to say goodbye for a full year

My mom started saying “Let’s not wish the time away”

Yet I have never felt time go by as fast as it did

It was like trying to hold water 

Desperately trying to hold on, yet drop by drop time would escape

That Christmas I clung to each and every thing that happened

Desperately attempting to cherish what time I had left with my dad

December I tried to fix my problems by trying not to care

By trying to ignore my sorrow, confusion, anger, fear, and numbness

Five months later, all I feel is pride

January, 2016

Barely three months left

Date of deployment – March 8th, 2016

The month of January is a haze, I kind of lost myself that month, lost all sense of purpose

My sole priority – spending time with my Dad

I hadn’t hung out with anyone in three months

My relationships with people were weakening

Tension at home was strengthening

Time was diminishing 

My grades started to suffer

My overall mental health was a mess

I felt so alone

All the while still being drowned with the sadness, fear, anger, confusion, and numbness

Four months later, all I feel is pride

 

February, 2016

February was a blur

My dad wasn’t even home for the most part

Instead he was on the other side of the world on a scouting mission

Getting things ready for his unit to arrive when they finally deployed

February was when I felt the most anger

The most fear

The most everything

Our time left was growing smaller with each passing second

Three months later, all I feel is pride

March 8th, 2016

It was a Tuesday

It was cold

It was cloudy

It was the day I would say goodbye to my dad for a year

The final goodbye was the hardest thing I have gone through

Standing at the place where we would leave him, we were surrounded by many other families 

Each and every single one of us going through the same thing 

Each of us understanding

Listen to me when I say that saying goodbye to a loved one

When you don’t know if you’ll ever see them again

Is such an unexplainable loss 

A feeling that I cannot put into words

Such drowning sadness I felt that day, I didn’t know how I would get by 

All these what if’s running through my head

So many regrets, so much time lost

The sadness that there’s so much my dad will be missing out on

Two months later, all I feel is pride

May 19th, 2016

It’s been two months since my dad has left

Two months to rediscover myself

Two months in which I realised that while this year may be the hardest year I’ve had to date

It’s also going to be the best

Want to know why?

Because my horizon has expanded 

I found happiness in the world again

I’m surrounded by such amazing people

Meghan, Rachel, Elizabeth, Jacob, Kendall, Emma, Grace, Ryan, my teachers, my family

And so many more

Each one of these people put a smile on my face everyday

And every night I thank God that I have such loving people in my life

Dad…I miss you

I miss you so much, I wish you could be here to see me finish sophomore year

I wish you could be here for Sophia’s 10th birthday

I wish you could be here for my 17th birthday

I wish you could be here for Thanksgiving, Christmas, Mom’s birthday, and so much more

See, the thing is that I come from a military family

Mom – 20 years in the air force

Dad – Soon to be captain, currently deployed for the Army 

Grandparents and Great Grandparents who served in past wars

Today I stand up here, and all I feel is pride that I come from a family such as mine

Thanks for reading!!! Please feel free to share!  So many people don’t understand what the kids and families go through during military deployments. 

Cheers!

Michelle

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Strength, decisions and 9 weeks of deployment down!

So I’ve totally failed at regular blogging.  Guilty as charged!  I’ve been terrible at commenting on people’s blogs.  Guilty again!  I truly apologize, because I really do enjoy blogging.  Please don’t give up on me!  LOL!!!

But I am pouring myself in to my job, my KIDS, and improving my home right now, and that means some things have to give.  First being, blogging 3 times each week.  It’s rough finding spare time as we all know…so I’ve decided that I’m 99.9% not running the Rockford half marathon on the 22nd of this month.  (I originally signed up for the full, and that’s a definite NO). I haven’t trained, because that would mean taking far too much time away from my kids.  I’ve never not ran a race that I’ve signed up for, so the pride thing is still nagging at me a little, but I think I am ok with my choice.  Who knows, maybe I’ll wake up next weekend and change my mind.  Stranger things have happened.

So instead of marathon training, I’ve really jumped in with my weight training while maintaining cardio by running on the treadmill at least 2-3 times per week.  I can do this from the comforts of my own home, and that alleviates the guilt of having my 16 year old constantly babysitting her sister.  I’m in week two of weight training and am really seeing early results that please me, and make me smile. It’s nice to feel proud of ourselves from time to time, and while running will always be a love of mine, I’ve been lifting weights nearly just as long in my life and it feels good to feel strong again.  I’m also planking daily this month still, and I’ve started doing more core work every day.

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So while I started this deployment with high hopes and plans, I am realizing I just need to take things one day at a time.  Because you just never know what life will give you on any certain day. And accepting that is tough for someone like me, because I plan…well…everything.  Here’s to flying by the seat of my pants!  LOL!!!!

Highs for the week are highlighted in photos:

Lows for the week were a little all over the place.  Without disclosing details I’ll say that the communication with my hubby has been minimal, and I had a really hard time after the kids went to bed on Mother’s day.  A good cry fest, and I was feeling a bit better the next day.

I will say, I can proudly add the title of “Plummer” to my list of titles, LOL.  Yup, gotta love the deployment curse!!!

Are you a planner?  For the Moms, did you have to work on Mother’s day?  Do you enjoy weight lifting?

Thanks for your awesome love and support, and patience during this crazy time.  I’m with y’all in spirit, I promise, and I will make a better effort to hang out with everyone! ❤

Cheers,

Michelle

 

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Weekly Wrap 4/11-4/17

I’ve honestly tried to sit and write a post, for several days.  I pour myself a glass of wine, boot up my computer, and stare at the blank screen.  And nada…zilch…the words just won’t come to my brain.  I assume this is because I am so tired of being sad, and writing about being sad, that I just want to block everything out.  I don’t want to write about it, because that will mean I am reliving the tough days, and to be honest I’ve had my fair share of tough days these last 6 weeks.

We filled the week with work/school, workouts, and good food coupled with quality time.  J had a very busy week with school and after school activities so the evenings were mostly just me and S.  My youngest (S) has been struggling with school, her daddy leaving, and just this age in general.  She’s no longer a little, but she’s not a teen yet either.  Hearing her teacher tell me she sees her alone, and sometimes in a dark place broke my heart. Because she has always been such a happy little girl.

Monday, Monday…hmmm, what the heck did I do Monday besides go to work?  Yikes…I forget.

Tuesday S asked if she could go on a run with me, so of course I said yes. Because I was running 4 miles, she scootered along and we had a blast! It was good to hear her laugh, and see her have a good time.  I am really working on keeping her spirits up.

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Wednesday we did a good boot camp workout and I ran 2 miles.  (How did I not take ANY pictures…whoops!!)

Thursday S has dance class, so that takes up most of our evening because its a mad rush to pick her up from school, get home to get dinner made and then we change and head out the door.  I normally don’t sit down til 8:30, and my day starts at 5:45 am, so needless to say Thursdays I am pretty tired.

Friday after work, the girls and I wore our “Running back” Unit T-shirts my hubby got for us, and we headed out to our favorite Mexican place.  After the kids went to bed, my neighbors invited me over for some wine and a bon-fire and it felt so nice to talk to adults. The weeks get pretty lonely, especially the evenings and I catch myself holing up and that’s not good. But I hate to be a burden, and hate to bug people when I know everyone has their own “stuff.”

I finished my Friday by dragging all the these branches to the curb. Keep in mind it’s a good half acre I had to drag them to the curb!  I call that winning for cross training.

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Saturday I decided it was a day of retail therapy. The girls and I headed to Geneva, and stopped by all of our favorite shops, and my very favorite called Denise’s Adornments. We also tried a new restaurant called Al Chulo which is a modern Mexican tapas eatery just outside of Geneva in West Chicago.

Today was supposed to be my run day, but beautiful weather lead to running errands with the top down on my Jeep, and a day filled with cleaning the garage and washing the cars.  Sadly with everything going on, something has to give, and for now that is my running.  I get it in when I can, but time taking care of my home and my girls is more important.  S even was able to have a impromptu play date, so extra winning for us all!

I’m linking up with Holly and Tricia for the weekly wrap!  Please head over and support these amazing women!

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How was your week?  Do you count yard work/chores as cross training?

Have a great week everyone!!

Cheers!

Michelle

 

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Week 4…unfortunate firsts and lessons

In keeping with my “Tuesday firsts” post, I am forcing myself to write, and not give up on the goal I’ve set.

 

As you read yesterday, for the first time  last week, I visited the Art Institute of Chicago.  It was REALLY cool, and I love seeing all of the beautiful artwork and reading about the history of Van Gogh’s life.  Winning.  I also ran for the first time in over a week last night.  It was only 2 miles, and it was on the treadmill, but I ran!

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Yet while last week was amazing, this week started out darn right terrible.  NOTE: If you are looking for an upbeat post, this isn’t it…But I do manage to end on a good note!!

I didn’t sleep Sunday night, yet made it through my work day with little residual damage having been so tired.  But during the day I had numerous texts, all from my teen telling me how horrible she felt.  Keep in mind, I am not a terrible Mom who isn’t compassionate about her child.  That statement couldn’t be farther from the truth.  But I AM keen to her past behavior and am well aware of her patterns.  Every. Single. TIME. My husband travels, she pulls this…she is too tired, has tummy issues, you name it…anything to NOT go to school.  It’s downright maddening because I already have SOOOOOOOOOOOO much on my plate.  SOOOO, we of course had a major blow out (not a first), and I can’t even repeat some of the things that were said.  Words hurt.  And you can’t erase them.  Just sayin’…

I am NOT doing so hot at this single Mom gig, I tell you that.  And last night, hearing my daughter scream how miserable I make her, multiple times, left me with the heaviest of hearts. So I cried. A lot.  Then I parked myself on the bathroom floor while my daughter took a shower, refusing to leave yet sadly wanting to run away as I heard her sob.

We mended things the best we could, but I did not sleep again last night.  She did not go to school. And our hearts, are still very heavy.  And for the first time in quite a while, I felt defeated.  Deflated.  And all the other bad D words you can think of.  I no longer believed I could do this.  And that made me feel like a failure.

Am I ruining my daughter’s spirit?  Ugh.  I just can’t.  I had my spirit ruined back when I was her age due to other circumstances, and it took me nearly 25 years to find it again…Please God, don’t let me be ruining her spirit. How am I going to get through this year?

Simply stated, I have to get through this year.  I am left with no choice but to have to keep going.  But for the first time I question our ability to get through this in one piece and without shattered spirits.  Numerous texts from my sister and Mom last night and today helped, and I can tell you had it not been for my sister, I probably would’ve been sent home today.  #sistering

And then I remember.  This is just one of the many phases of deployment.  Today, I am sad, heartbroken, tired, and feeling so very empty without my person.  But tomorrowtomorrow is a new day.  And I have to believe, I have to TRY to believe that I can do this, and do it without too many bumps and bruises. Last night I put in my green light bulb to support the soldiers who are deployed, and I prayed.  I prayed.  And I prayed some more.

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Thankfully today, after a lot of talking and some rest, I think she’s feeling better and realizes she can’t keep repeated this pattern. #fingerscrossed

Tonight, I decided we needed some Portillos for dinner…because what is life without a good salad and French fries? #balanceright

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Week 4/52….22 weeks until our halfway point.  Deep. Breaths.

How do you turn a bad situation around?  Any firsts you’d like to share?

Thanks for all of the amazing support!  Keep on Movin’ forward!

Cheers ❤

Michelle

 

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Week 3…breakdowns and new beginnings

Ok, so I won’t lie.  After Tuesday’s post about my light bulb moment describing how I was going to tackle this deployment, my what was a little cough turned in to a full blown chest cold.  The 4 miler I did on Tuesday also did me in, and I knew I couldn’t run for at least a few days.  Add on a HUGE blow out with my teenager, moments of sitting curled up on my floor in a corner crying as I group texted my Mom and sister hoping they’d save me, and trying to figure out HOW I could save Easter even though I was working all day Saturday and Sunday…and yeah.  This girl took a few steps back to say the least.

I didn’t work out other than light arm weights a couple times last week after Tuesday. And since my week now starts on a Monday I’ll wrap this up with the weekly wrap with Holly and Tricia.

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So if you read last week’s post, you read that I was going to start celebrating firsts.  My last week of firsts goes a little like this…

I took my daughter’s window shopping for the first time in ages.  As in, we aren’t buying anything we don’t NEED and are just going to enjoy each other’s company while having fun looking at fun and pretty things.

We spent Easter at our neighbors house for the first time, and I felt so blessed they welcomed us over after I got home from work.

We went to the city today.  By ourselves. Ok, this was a second time solo for us, but still, lol! And we ate at two new restaurants (Flat top grill for a quick light lunch, and Osterio Via Stato for dinner), and visited the Art Institute of Chicago for the first time even though we’ve lived here for almost 5 years.

For the first time in a few weeks, I finally felt like cooking.  Wasn’t fancy, but yummy!

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polish sausage, sweet potato yumminess!

And for the first time but not the last time, I cried and screamed saying I couldn’t do this, and patted myself on the back saying YES I CAN!  lol!  Welcome to my rollercoaster!

This coming week I hope to get back on a workout schedule despite my cough, and continue to  move forward with building a routine.

We’re now 3/52 weeks down in this deployment….23 weeks to our halfway point!!!!

How was your week?  How do/did you celebrate Easter?

Cheers!

Michelle

 

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Marathons and Deployments and how I tackle both with a similar strategy!

I had posted to my FB just last night that I was excited that tomorrow (today) marked week 2 of 52.  I have found that counting down by DAYS is far too mentally challenging in regards to my husband’s homecoming.  I mean, really, seeing 300+ days on my countdown app is quite disheartening to say the least.  A friend of mine, and fellow blogger Hanna over at The Millennial next door pointed out that 52/2 is 26.  And we all know that 26 (.2) miles is the marathon distance.  And suddenly the light bulb went on.  Light bulb!!!

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pic from imagearcade.com

 

I have always prided myself in regards to distance running.  I am by far NOT a fast runner.  BUT…I can sure run far.  My mental strength has always gotten me through, in all aspects of life, really…  Last year’s full marathon was a mental feat of strength in and of itself, and I will forever boast about how proud I am of my sister for not quitting.  We were out on that road, in the cold, in the rain, in the drizzly fog that felt like little ice pellets poking us in the eyes by the 6th hour.  But.  We finished.  We are some pretty tough chickadees.

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We finished!!!!!

 

So what does all this have to do with my husband’s deployment?  Well, I am going to break up the time into chunks, just like I do the distances of my long runs/races.  I count back as well as celebrate the time already completed.  For example, if I have to run 12 miles, I break it down to running 6 miles, twice….but once I get to the half way point of 6 miles, I then count down…5 miles to go, 7 miles in the books, and so on and so forth.  It sounds like a lot of math and we all know runners brain isn’t the sharpest, but it keeps me focused and it keeps me feeling strong.  It has worked for me, nearly every single race.  I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to a bad training run or race.  We’re only human right!

So my friends, every Tuesday we will have our deployment marathon countdown, filled with at least ONE first that occurred during that week.  I encourage you to post a “first” each week to the comments as well!  Challenge yourself to try new things, listen to new music, read a new book, cook a new recipe!  The options are limitless!

This week, we mailed our first care package to my husband (yesterday) and today I mailed him his first 5 lb. back of Atomic fireball candy, LOL.  I also challenged myself by taking the first steps in obtaining my professional license in Florida.  One can never be too prepared, right?

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First package, MAILED!

 

We have survived 2 weeks of him being gone, 24 weeks until our halfway mark with 48 weeks to go.  I will admit, that nearly every single day so far has been a roller coaster.  I sometimes start off rough, and even out as the day goes along.  My routine is fairly set, but sometimes little things that normally wouldn’t push my buttons nearly send me through the roof. So tonight when I was contacted by Cascia from Healthy Mom’s magazine that I was listed in the top 100 running blogs, it was just the boost I needed to get out the door running tonight.  You can find the list HERE, please go check out these amazing blogs for more inspiration!!!

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Tonight’s run-ingested several bugs, had to stop and cough up lung cookies several times, and my legs felt like bricks the first 3 miles. BUT. I ran. Did you?

SO who’s with me in regards to a new “First” every week? How do you tackle long distance challenges-both in life and in running?

Thanks everyone, you’ve all been amazing through this difficult time!!!

Michelle

 

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The empty seat

My very first guest post, on Rough and Rede II Please make sure to check out his awesome blog.

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dragoosBrian and Michelle Dragoo on their last date in Chicago before his deployment earlier this month.

Editor’s note: In the online world where friends and strangers occupy the same space, it’s  gratifying to have something you write recognized with a comment or a simple “like.” I noticed a while ago that a fellow blogger in the Midwest was kind enough to like a few of my posts. I read some of her posts as well, including one where she mentioned preparing for her husband’s deployment.

Knowing what we went through as parents when our youngest son spent a year in Afghanistan, I asked her to contribute a guest blog post. She readily accepted. I don’t know that I will ever meet Michelle Dragoo in person, but it’s nice to come across decent people like her  in other parts of the country.

By Michelle Dragoo

Often people ask me what it’s…

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What day is it today?

I swear I have lost my mind, and yesterday threw me on a roller coaster of emotions I had thankfully forgotten from our first deployment. Our final goodbyes for the year have been said, and I can honestly say that I am not sure how I survived the 60 minute drive home yesterday.  After being enveloped in my husband’s arms as we all sobbed, I just can’t put into words the raw emotion that we felt.  My daughters and I simply hung on to one another yesterday, and after tucking my youngest in as she cried herself to sleep, I knew I’d have my hands full this next year.

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Even Sammy is missing him
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He texted me this photo on his way to the airport. They were being escorted by veterans. SO cool.

So my sister challenged me, to keep busy, find a project,  and/or journal to help the quiet of the evenings hurt a little less.  So that’s the plan.  I’ve got several house projects to do on my list, and plan to write a lot more.  That’s the joy of my blog, it’s multifaceted, and not just about running.  Plus, it’s mine and I can write what I want to, LOL!!!

I still have to remind myself to breathe sometimes.  I have to choke back the sobs more times in the day than I can count.  But with each day that passes, it’s one day closer to his return.  And I am reminded daily of all the blessings in my life.  I walked in to work this morning to find this on my desk, a beautiful gesture from my entire staff.  #allthelove

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I also received several texts, got a dozen hugs, and this awesome gift from my friend Kelly.  I wish I had words to describe how grateful I am for all the awesome people in my life.

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And as the day came to a close and my kids played outside while I did laundry and cleaned I received a text from my oldest. “Mom, come outside and look at the sunset” She loves the sunrises and sunsets nearly as much as I do.

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As we watched the sun set into the horizon, we hugged each other tightly and she whispered, “Love you…” and held her even tighter.

This will be a very tough year.  But we love each other so very much, that I believe in the end it will help us get through this even stronger.  The crazy emotions of the week have brought on a pretty terrible headache so I put off my workout for another day because I just can’t bear to be down for the count.  I’ll get back at it in no time.

Who’s your biggest supporter? Do you have beautiful sunrises and sunsets where you live? What’s your latest workout?

Cheers!!  ❤

Michelle

 

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This too in time shall pass

I promise I’ve not fallen off the face of the planet.  I’m still here…sorta.  I haven’t worked out once this week, and cooking has been minimal at best.  You see, Monday it hit me like a 10,000 ton of bricks, that my time with my husband is nearing the end.  When someone asked me yesterday when he was leaving, and my answer was, “In just under 2 weeks,” I found myself choking back a sob or 10. Ok, more like 10,000,000 but who’s counting?

My days of thinking I could do it all have long since been laid to rest, and now all I can do is force myself to go to bed at night, and then make myself get up for work in the morning.  I am tired. All. The. Time.  Being this emotionally drained feels more like I’ve ran 10 marathons vs. dealing with deployment fears. Give me the marathon any day!

I am not ready to say goodbye to this man, MY PERSON, the one person who gets me and has stuck by my side for what feels like an eternity.  While friends have come and gone over the decades, my husband, MY BEST FRIEND, has continued to love me even when hating me would be so much easier.  Trust me, I’m not the easiest person to love.  I am moody, emotional, self-loathing, and harder on myself than I need to be on a daily basis.

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Yet he loves me.  And he gets my jokes.  We say the same things at the same time, we know, always, what the other is thinking and feeling.  And the thought of dropping him off to get on plane to go terrible-ville in just over a week makes my chest physically hurt.  #ijustcant

So I don’t know what I will write, or when I will run or how I will spark my creative juices in the next week or so.  I only know that I need to somehow keep it together, for my daughters because they need me.  And I need them too.

I hope to be back at blogging once life falls into some sort of routine, but this next week I need to hang on to all the moments.  I’ll be taking lots of pictures this weekend (my folks are coming to town) and over the next week in hopes to hang on to every single moment.

Until then, I’ll keep movin’ forward, even if its at a snails pace.

Michelle

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Weekly Wrap up 2-21-2016

It’s time again for the Weekly wrap up with Tricia and Holly.  If you want to read, support, and be inspired by others I definitely recommend checking out these awesome blogs.

Last week was a bit shaky for me, but I did manage to get in a few good workouts and my longest run of the year-10 miles of much needed solitude and soul searching.

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Tuesdays miles/planks/strength training
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Hump day planks!
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Thursday’s miles along with a plank

Friday was rest day, and after the week I had at work I will admit I was ready for it.  My stomach was/has been a mess these days and my almost dormant IBS-D has been rearing it’s ugly head.  I woke up Saturday knowing I’d need a bathroom close, so I waited it out and started my long run at around 10 a.m.  Thankfully my stomach cooperated, and I was able to get a really solid ten miler in.  I have to give kudos to my friend Andrea for cheering me on. She’s just about the coolest person I know, and she ALWAYS knows when I need her, even without me asking.  Those friends are the best.

Saturday afternoon I took my daughter’s to a late lunch/brunch at a new place in Geneva called Hache’ Modern Brasserie which highlighted amazing French food.  We had the cheese and charcuterie plate, and were greeted by the Chef himself to present our appetizer.  J had fish and frites, S had steak and frites, and I had the Bouillabase.  All of our dishes were packed full of flavor and you could truly taste the passion in the food from Chef Andrew.  We were also even given a small plate of pork belly to share from the Chef as a complimentary dish while we waited.  The décor was modern French with pops of color and fresh flowers throughout.  We were even lucky enough to meet on of the owners, Peter, who delivered the flowers himself to our table.  Our service was impeccable, and we will definitely return in the future!

After lunch we were out shopping and my hubby tagged me in this post on FB.

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He wrote-“Wherever I am, there is always something that makes me think of her. Snapped this picture flying over Venice, Italy”

I had to duck into one of the aisles to gather my composure.  #allthefeels

Today was a much needed day of rest filled with movie watching, craft making, and cooking.  Marcona almond crusted cod with quinoa/roasted veggies, and cilantro peas!

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There really is no “recipe” for this fish, just ground marcona almonds, season with salt and pepper and bake in the oven at 350 degrees for 25 minutes!  Yummy, and easy!!

How was your week/weekend?  Highs/lows?  What’s the longest distance you’ve run this year?

Have a great week!!!

❤ Michelle