The light is blinding

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!

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