Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Here I am.
It is 11:43 on a stormy wet night in Provo.
Now I am thinking.
About my pain. My leg hurts tonight, and there is
nothing I can do about it.
And that is depressing.
Then I unfold my bandages to find this (if you dare look).
Then I remember my big surgery in January.
And I want to cry.
It will be hard.
But then I remember, that I am home for Christmas.
And I am instantly happy.
Then I think about Mr. Nielson in the next room all bundled up with
Oliver and Nicholas.
And I melt.
And forget about my leg.
And that's what happens when you are a mother.