I went to bed tired last night. I missed a party and/or a trip to Cape May to get things done ahead of time. I woke up with a sore back this morning. I’ve never been happier or more grateful for hard work and a sore back. Two years ago today I was waking up at home for the first time since October 11. In the days and weeks and months following I couldn’t help with much and couldn’t do much. Chuck and I are partners, we always have been. I don’t let him drop me off outside a restaurant or mall because it’s raining, if he gets rained on, I get rained on. If we are working around the house, we both work. It’s how our relationship works and it was incredibly difficult not to be able to be the partner I’ve always been. Yesterday for the first time in two years I was a partner again; I washed the bird feeders down and brought them in and swept up the birdseed that had fallen all over the back patio. I raked leaves and helped bag them all up. We’re all set for the storm and I helped make that happen.

It’s been a very long time since I felt whole. I’m not sure I feel entirely whole just yet but yesterday was huge step forward in wholeness and healing. You guys, I’m alive and well and well on my way toward feeling whole again. Thank you, you brought me here with your love and your prayers. I love you all.