I can hardly fathom how only two weeks ago I was sitting by Will's bed in the ICU wondering if he would ever wake up. Or if Lincoln would ever get a chance to see how great a man he was.
Now he is by my side watching Robin Hood. Like Will had mentioned in his earlier post, that is thanks to all of those who prayed for him. Oh how we prayed. I prayed for a miracle. I knew the odds. I knew what damage a 4,000 pound car could do.
Everyone's eyes looked sympathetic. The doctors, the nurses, the paramedics, they all seemed to say "I'm sorry." I kept praying, pleading for a miracle, telling God that I couldn't do this on my own. I needed Will by my side.
Now I wake up every morning and Will is laying next to me. I realize the anguish I would feel if he wasn't there. I am overcome with gratitude and relief. He probably thinks that I am weird because I randomly stare at him and start crying. I can't help it. I see him sitting on the couch, or at the table, and I think about how much I would long for his presence if......if things would have turned out differently.
Will is truly amazing. I was told he would take months to recover, however, he is setting his own pace. It will be interesting to see where we stand when he is re-evaluated in a few days. Other than his memory and a few small things, he is completely himself.
He is the same witty, compassionate, lovable man I married.
Thanks for fighting for me, baby. I know that you fought hard for me and Lincoln. Thanks for keeping your promise.
Thanks again for all of your prayers. Family, friends, and even strangers have showed an overwhelming amount of service, love, and compassion. I will never doubt that my family and I are loved.