The nurse enters the room where Chad and I are sitting and takes the seat across from us. She looks through her paperwork before looking back toward me. Okay, she says, have you used crutches before? Chad and I look at each other and laugh and I do everything I can to keep my eyes...
Summer mornings, for me, have typically included stepping out onto the roads before the sun crests the horizon. I spend an hour or so, pounding the pavement and clearing my head with the sounds of early morning work crews rushing by. On the roads, I am lost in thought, lost in podcasts, lost in the...
(Chad wrote the words below late last night. As much as I’d like to give him ‘the last word’, it only seems fair that I offer my two cents. My responses in bold.) Summer and I were talking the other day when she mentioned “On Sunday we’ll have been married 18 years!” First, the fact...
This month. Six weeks, really. Six weeks and three days, actually. Not that I’m counting. (Yes, I am.) I’m counting the minutes, the hours, the days. The minutes seem like hours. The hours, like days. Days, like weeks. I hobble along on crutches. Reaching for this and for that. Everything takes longer. Everything feels harder....
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I love you.
And I, you, Ky.
I am praying for a successful surgery, full recovery and joyful return to the sounds of your feet pounding the pavement, Oh- and your proper crutch usage.
Thank you, Sara. ☺️☺️
Prayers for strength, healing, and patience. Prayers for you, your family, and your doctorate and nurses! Prayers that this is the beginning of the end of your months of misery and that you will soon be busting thru PT and back to running again!
Stacey, thank you for your kind words and support. I appreciate it very much.
I pray for your speedy recovery Summer.
Thank you sir much, Joni.