The light at the end of the tunnel is getting brighter, everyday.
|End of the tunnel|
I woke up this morning realizing that in less than three weeks, I will have my #sealegs back. I will be able to walk. I will be able to drive. I will be able to leave the house on my own. The return of my independence is less than three weeks away.
|Awkward Easter pose|
I’m not going to pretend like it’s been a cake walk. Yes, I am still thankful to be alive, and I am very thankful my wheelchair is a temporary mode of transportation. But, I am worried about walking again. I haven’t used my legs since February 19th, and what muscle I had before the accident, has completely vanished. Not to mention, I’m a little nervous to get behind the wheel of a car again.
But, then again, anytime I’m afraid of something… I just take the bull by the horns and say, outta my way losers, I’m gonna own this thing!
|Thrilling Egg Hunt|
|Not the Easter bunny|
We had a fabulous Easter weekend, with a trip to Montgomery, Church and brunch. The Easter bunny may, or may not have, visited our house. Clearly, I need to find some children to play with.
Bud is on his way to Birmingham. He is delivering a few cars, and will spend a couple days with us. I can’t wait to see what he has up his sleeve.
|GO CUBS GO!|
I’m going into work for awhile this afternoon… it will be great to see everyone! 3 weeks. Tres semanas. I can do this. I can do this.
Oh, and baseball is back, baby!