Katie came to my door early this afternoon carrying a beautiful bouquet of peonies from her backyard, It was instant happiness. She told me she was on her way for an afternoon of basking in the sun and swimming with her kids. I was jealous. My doctors told me to stay away from the sun for almost 2 years.
That's crap! That's all I will say about that.
This morning, like every morning I lay in bed waiting for the pain to subside enough to get my bones moving. (God bless pain meds). As I wait, I anticipate the sun to grace her beauty and warm through my window. This morning the sun poked her head over the mountain at approximately 8:34. (I asked Mr. Nielson the time) Welcome, sun, welcome day.
{Here is Mr. Nielson upon his arrival from the hospital. He certainly is enjoying the sun.
photo: Chup}
My personal yoga instructor, Laura arrived this morning for our daily session. My body is finding her way back. Scar tissue has really invaded most of the 83% of my body that was burned. Twisting and moving hurt so good.
After the session, Mr. Nielson whipped on his Wranglers and made me toast with an egg. He called it his cowboy-style egg.
He still is my personal cowboy.
A visit from my Aunt Karen, my mom's oldest sister cheered me up considerably. We talked about a plan to go to visit her on Whidbey Island in Washington. I am secretly hoping that a waterfront home will magically come up for sale next door and I will somehow talk Mr. Nielson into buying it for me with all that magical money we will have after finding it buried in a pirate chest in the sand.
And then I will plant my own peonies in the backyard.
