I've been gathering my thoughts for the past couple of days to decide on what to write as a first entry of 2012. Then I realized it's been right in front of my face; love. Yea yea, roll your eyes and scroll down as much as you want, it's happening.
I got sick friday night. And not a runny nose and raspy voice sick, running a high fever of 39.3 (102) sick. With my mom and step father being out of the city and my father living a little far from where we live, I called one of my closest friends, and he was here with medicine within half an hour. It turned into an even longer night when I called my older brother and his lovely wife (she is not just the most stylish 30 year old, she is an amazing mom, and an amazing sister to me) due to feeling on fire. Literally. They were here with everything they could bring to cure me at 3 am. It was a couple hours of ice, tea with cognac, and soup therapy.
Saturday, I woke up with the same feeling of fire, alone in my house. My mom, having the power to rule the world on her phone, arranged for me to get a shot to help my fever go down. After resting for less than half an hour, I opened my eyes to my favorite man, my dad. What an amazing feeling to know that you have someone in your life who will always show up, no matter what you need him for. After shedding a few tears because of the overwhelming feeling of having his support, I closed my eyes to rest once again.
Then comes my other friends. A few angels I have flying around me to bring me flowers, make me laugh, buy me even more medicine, and watch me get a shot on my left buttock, again. I also haven't texted this much ever in my life. Who would have known words could be more powerful than medicine?
Last but not least, comes my other brother, mother, and my step father. Taking things to his hands right where my friends left off, my other brother (which he hates being called :) ) was by my side on the last few hours of the year instead of being with his friends and girlfriend - until I heard my mom's foot steps echoing in the empty house around 10 pm, 12/31/11, instead of vacationing. Just as my father's easygoing manner does, my mom's unexplainable confidence in being able to fix her daughter, me, brought tears to my eyes.
12:00 am? Connected to an IV, my hand in my mom's, having my step father walk in and out of the room, worried, and hearing my phone ring over and over again: my father, my brothers, my friends, worried.
Having a pretty high fever is not the deadliest thing in the world, I just have a very dramatic way of writing :) But even in that situation, I had so much love sent my way, that it made me feel like I was going through the hardest thing, and that I would get over it in the fastest way possible.
So, in my first post, more than anything, I wish family, friends, and love to all of you for 2012. Lucky me, I have all that I need.
Now, for those of you who don't like reading, here are some outfit pictures I promised.
Wearing a Giambattista Valli Coat, Citizens of Humanity Jeans, Miu Miu Heels.