At this moment, I feel that I am living a very precious life. Not just because of what I've survived and what my loved ones have survived with me, but because of all the gifts that have come out of that survival.
Nearly every night now I take a walk with Nick and, don't laugh, we literally stop and smell the roses. Before this illness, I used to run through our streets with the wild abandon of health and kind of a crazed feeling of joy at watching the trees, the houses, the people fly by me as I ran. I wouldn't trade that time, that feeling for anything but I somehow prefer these precious, sunset walks to the wild nightime runs.
Now, I hold the hand of someone I love, laugh at the crazy dogs, and watch the sunlight dance across a neighborhood I've maybe never really seen. This is one timespan, but a new life. I feel like it's my birthday, I feel reborn. So what do I plan do to with this new wild and precious life? I plan to live it.
Lots of Love,