I could cry. I feel so low today, for lots and lots of reasons. The obvious ones being the daily life challenges that are new and struggly in our home. The change of routine and getting up earlier. Kids being more tired after school, and therefore grouchy. My period. All my day plans fell through. Its just been a long week.
We recently discovered that something went wrong with our laptop and a bunch of our photos and videos were corrupted. Brady painstakingly worked through a weird hack and got the photos resaved, albeit lower quality, but at least we still have them. Today, we’ve been battling to get our videos back. Every video taking back from about mid last summer, as in 2020, it corrupt and while I can see the thumbnail, it says the file is lost.
That includes a TON of the kids.
That includes the entire RV build.
That includes EVERYTHING since Brady’s surgery.
I. Could. Scream.
I’ve spent a couple of hours now sorting through old iMessage conversations from months back, trying to find every single video I could possibly save. And it has been hard. Not only because I feel SO defeated, but because its been a whirlwind sifting back through where we’ve been over the past year. Don’t get me wrong. We have come SO FAR. I could not be more PROUD of my husband and my family! Praise God for endurance, determination, and glory strength. 98% of every day is spent celebrating how we’ve overcome.
But it was a punch in the gut to see Brady, the day after his surgery, flat on his back, unable to sit, pee, stand, walk, balance, etc. Where as, just days before…
Everything was so different 💔
Its a griefy day.