In 2009, Jamiee Rose, a reporter for the Arizona Republic
wrote a ten-chapter article about the accident, hospital stays, doctors,
family, and my recovery.
It's beautifully written, and I am so thankful I have it.
This little snippet is perfect for Mother's Day.
You can read more HERE.
"At church, or out shopping, Stephanie liked to watch the moms
with
grown-up daughters, the way they laughed together like old friends.
"That looks so fun," Stephanie thought. "That's how it's going to be."
She thought of her friendship with her own mother,
how they loved to talk for hours on her mother's bed. Growing up,
her mother was the safe center of her small world.
Gratitude began to grow inside of her.
"I can be at my girls' weddings," Stephanie thought.
When Oliver and Nicholas had their first dates,
she could stay up late and wait for them to come home, quiz them on being gentlemen.
There would be braces and birthdays, school supplies and makeup lessons.
She would be there for all of it.
"I get to enjoy my children," she wrote on her blog,
"even if my fingers don't work."
To think she had asked God to end her life."
how they loved to talk for hours on her mother's bed. Growing up,
her mother was the safe center of her small world.
Gratitude began to grow inside of her.
"I can be at my girls' weddings," Stephanie thought.
When Oliver and Nicholas had their first dates,
she could stay up late and wait for them to come home, quiz them on being gentlemen.
There would be braces and birthdays, school supplies and makeup lessons.
She would be there for all of it.
"I get to enjoy my children," she wrote on her blog,
"even if my fingers don't work."
To think she had asked God to end her life."
