Hard days come and go. If your lucky you get to forget some of the hard days.
Others are meant to stay in your mind. Stay and remind you that it’s not always that bad.
Yesterday was one of those tough days. For reasons I can’t go into here, yesterday, was a tough hurdle. The first hurdle in our marriage of 11 months.
Nothing physically happened yesterday for anyone to think that we had a hurdle we had to cross. If you came across my Husband and I yesterday, you would think we were walking around town, just like any other couple that day.
Except we were waiting. Waiting for news of a surgery. Waiting to see if we could move on to the next stage of recovery. Waiting…for anything.
8 hours later and we were told everything had gone well.
Ventilator is a scary word.
One hurdle jumped together, let’s do the next one.