Seeing the Light

Our weekend was spent at home, enjoying my last few days before heading back to work 

on Monday.  Friends and family came in and out, bringing with them large dishes full of 

home cooked food.  My cousin helped me clean the house from top to bottom, unpacking 

the last of our suitcases and putting all the odds and ends away.  Jessica brought us 

more wound care supplies so that I would not have to go out to the pharmacy, AGAIN.  

My dad mowed the lawn, Chase took out the trash, our neighbor fed the dogs.  This time 

has shown us the real meaning of community.  It has brought the people in our lives 

together and revealed to us how blessed we are to have so many loving people in our

 lives.  Shawn and I rarely ask for help and have always prided ourselves in 

being independent, both of us living on our own since we graduated high school.  But 

this time has forced us to swallow our pride and accept the help that has been so 

graciously offered, it has enabled us to actually feel and experience love, to allow the 

people around us to be just a little bit closer.

And so we lounged and napped and rocked new baby cousins.  Shawn and I drank 

blueberry tea in bed and caught up on our neglected DVR.  We soaked up the last of 

my vacation days from work, cherishing this time and enjoying each other.  I spent most

 of Sunday night worried about my return to work this week, unsure of how I will balance

 it all, concerned about our finances, worried about my husband and how he will manage 

at home while I am away.  But then he wrapped me in his arms, one strong and 

ferocious, one bandaged and bruised, and told me not to worry.  We've come this far, the

 rest of the way is one step closer to the light at the end of the tunnel.