I don't know if it's the cold, (it was 15 degrees today)
but the skin on my legs hurt.
They're red, and puffy, and sore.
It hurts sooo good when I ask Mr. Nielson to rub certain areas.
I can just feel the scar tissue breaking down like Tetris blocks
hitting each other- or at least that's what it feels like.
And sometimes I feel like I am 100 years old.
I wonder what it will feel like when I am actually 100
years old, (If I make it that long. My Papa almost did!).
The photo of Mr. Nielson snuggled up in bed has nothing to do
with my journal post today, only to say that I
took this photo right before heading out on my morning run.
He looks so cozy and I was this close to jumping back into bed with him.
He wakes up each weekday morning at 5:00 a.m. to take Clane and some of
the neighborhood kids to seminary.
He deserves this well-rested morning.