{Here is Mr. Nielson upon his arrival from the hospital. He certainly is enjoying the sun.
photo: Chup}
My personal yoga instructor, Laura arrived this morning for our daily session. My body is finding her way back. Scar tissue has really invaded most of the 83% of my body that was burned. Twisting and moving hurt so good.
After the session, Mr. Nielson whipped on his Wranglers and made me toast with an egg. He called it his cowboy-style egg.
He still is my personal cowboy.
A visit from my Aunt Karen, my mom's oldest sister cheered me up considerably. We talked about a plan to go to visit her on Whidbey Island in Washington. I am secretly hoping that a waterfront home will magically come up for sale next door and I will somehow talk Mr. Nielson into buying it for me with all that magical money we will have after finding it buried in a pirate chest in the sand.
And then I will plant my own peonies in the backyard.