Day Thirteen
Day Thirteen- Life feels so strange. Ryan is doing so much better, his pain is getting less each day, he is wincing less with each movement, he is getting up more, laughing a bit and we even watched a movie together last night. It feels normal. But also not. I feels like all our happiness and good moments have a shadow over them. how long do we get these moments? Once someone gives you a limit of time or an expiration date everything changes. My life and every moment now has a different perspective. I appreciate all the little things more than ever such as: Every wink from Ryan, Each time he reaches for my hand, pulls me in for a hug, cups my face, when he rubs my back, tells me he loves me, teases me, Smiles, laughs, hugs each child, pets the dogs, Sounds he makes when he eats (ones I used to hate), Soft snores, just the sound of him breathing, and so much more. I have been told for so many years 'you never know how much time you get' oh how true that is. Also so depressing...