Sacred Halls & Sleeping Beauty

Yesterday while T was in surgery, I took the elevator upstairs.

I got off on the 12th floor and immediately felt a rush of emotion.

I haven't been back since December.

My room is the first room you come to.

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It is a sacred room, where sacred things took place.

Last night, I texted Randy to thank him for making it so.

That is where we prayed, read scriptures, did therapy homework, laughed, learned to color again, learned to read again, spoke of spiritual things.

That is where I healed.

I walked the halls.

I went to the rehab gym.

This is the mat where I learned to roll over and sit up.

This is the mat where I cried and cried when I couldn't figure out how to roll to my right side.

This is the mat where I learned yoga.

This is the mat where miracles happened.

I was able to hug therapists, doctors and nurses.

The common comment was, "You don't even look like the same person anymore."

I had no idea how much I'd changed.

Afterall, I was walking. I was talking. I was chewing gum.

I suppose I am different.

Even the cleaner came and gave me a big squeeze.

I love those people.
They are a part of me.

Lots of tears. Lots of smiles. Lots of love.

I was even able to hug some patients and encourage them in their journey.

It will be okay in the end.

This morning as I was leaving, I peaked into Jackson and Kaydon's room.

This is what I saw.

Only a few more months and I won't be able to see this anymore.

I had to snap a picture of this sleeping beauty.

I love my boys so much.

I am so thankful that I am home and healthy with them.