Monday, November 10, 2008


Can I tell you how much I love this guy? ^^Just got back from our Monday family visit. Here's how it goes:

We head down to the basement and find a cushy couch in a quiet corner. We let the kids wrestle while he brings out all his notebooks, study guides and books. I listen as he explains his recovery process to me. I read his lists, his definitions.

He flexes his biceps for me and asks if they look bigger. I concur. Much, much bigger. (He's up to 180 pounds–from 145)

I hear his growth. I sense the need for my own recovery. I silently commit to take my own inventory tonight. I feel hope. It dangles cautiously, but by the time I leave the feeling is too large to be contained inside my body and out it pours.  I weep. Because I finally feel it. I allow myself to feel it. I am pierced by the brilliance of it.

Hang in there little bro. I promised not to give you any advice. Just allow me this moment to say: Keep it up. I'm so proud of you.

"HOPE... is like the beam of sunlight rising up and above the horizon of our present circumstances. It pierces the darkness with a brilliant dawn." --President Dieter F. Uchtdorf


  1. If all of your posts are going to make me want to cry... maybe you should keep them few and far between. :) Just kidding.

    I love you and Steven and Angela and Ryan and Emily. And hope.

  2. Well, that was beautiful. You made me cry too.

    So excited to see you!

  3. I am so glad I have you in my life. You just gave me hope, too.