I write this while sitting in our camp trailer in the middle of a field.
The mountains in the distance are still snow capped and the wind is howling.
It’s in my top five of favorite places to be.
Today, as we were walking to some hot springs, I told my husband how good it felt to be able to walk without the fear of tripping or falling and doing damage to my back. It’s been just over six months since my surgery and less then a month since I could start to bend and twist again. My body has been my biggest fear for two and a half years. The freedom of that fear being lifted feels so so good.
Two surgeries have left scars on my back. My youngest asked me in a concerned voice one night if they would always be there and I told her yes. She was worried that I would be self conscious about that and I realized I wasn’t at all. They are a part of my story now. The part that is amazing because they are as small as they are. The part that I am so grateful for a knowledgable young surgeon who takes pride in his work. The part that I was able to have these surgeries and be able to move my body again. I feel so grateful for all of it.
But mostly grateful that it is over.
I finally feel like my body and I are starting to be friends again.
Being able to walk through a field with my favorite walking buddy, my lab, is ahh.mazing.
Who would have ever known that something that simple could be such a gift?
Happiest of Mondays to you!