So much to do

 

I'm very sorry; there's just been so much to do and there was no time to write. My older brother had his 44th birthday and I held the party at our place. I didn't want him to feel his birthday wasn't important, and he did seem happy that we were all there for him. I generally made simple things that I know everyone would like; homemade macaroni and cheese, fried chicken, deviled eggs, stuff like that. My mom had to make note that the mac and cheese had too much cheese though everyone else loved it. I realize the food I made wasn't the healthiest but it was made with love and no one ate too much. We got our first snow last night; I had to add a picture to illustrate. It's also on me to host Thanksgiving, Gabe's birthday party, and Christmas within about a month and it's all a lot. However, Gabe is only going to turn 40 once and I want to celebrate him in the way he deserves. He's been working so hard to the point where I worry again. He hasn't been recovered that long and is pushing himself far too hard in my opinion. I don't exaggerate when I say he was sick. My hatred of his boss is warranted, believe me. He came home yesterday and apologized for not texting me as much, saying he had barely had time to even think. I do think he generally handles it well but he looked tired again and I don't like that. I sometimes feel like it's a lot just to handle the expectations my family has of me as well as keeping Gabe happy; luckily he just wants me to keep being myself. He genuinely doesn't ask much of me and I can't tell you how grateful I am for him. I guess that's enough for now. I really am going to try to keep this up more.