Yes, it is our anniversary today. Twelve years, thank you! But I’m not talking about a night-on-the-town sort of date.
I’m talking a SURGERY DATE!! It’s really going to happen. Whether I want it to or not. And while we’re on the subject, let me just say that my emotions about this surgery are quite the contradiction. I want it to happen. Really. Because I know it’s what Daniel needs. He’s going to be a new man after it’s all said and done. And I have glorious visions for the future…neck strength, rolling, crawling, and no more pumping (not to mention wondering if his blueness is an OK blueness, or if it’s a blueness we should be worried about). At the same time, I want to take him and RUN! Run as fast and as far as my legs can carry us. I’m terrified to hand him off and trust his life to someone else. And even though I feel like I’ve prepared myself, I know I’m not really prepared for the climb up this mountain.
I guess you want to know the date, huh?
How does September 6 sound? Yeah, it’s got a nice ring to it.
Remember that part about hibernating a few posts ago? Doctor’s orders. We have been told to not be around lots of people until he’s all recovered. If he gets sick we’ll probably have to reschedule. And I really don’t want to have to do that. So we’ll be good patients and follow orders.
We’d love it if you would keep Daniel in your prayers. We need all the help we can get!
I sure hope he stays healthy so he can have his surgery. That date will be here before you know it!
ReplyDeleteSeptember 6th sounds like a lucky day to me! He will be in my prayers.
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