One Day At A Time

           Everyday as I sit on my couch, I look outside my window and long to be outside. I miss the routine of my daily life. I miss walking my dogs and taking them out to the field by our house to play fetch. I miss going on evening bike rides to a perfect spot to watch the sunset. I miss the hustle and bustle of my normal workday. I miss cooking dinner for Nate and I. I miss doing our laundry and cleaning our house. I miss making plans with friends to go on hikes or out to a new restaurant. I miss going out jogging and working out at the gym with Nate. I miss being able to walk outside my door and feel the cool autumn air on my skin.             My day now consists of lying on a couch, watching Netflix, reading books, visiting with friends, lots of puppy snuggles, and being waited on hand and foot. While I am physically capable of doing daily tasks, I have been given strict orders to lie on a bed or couch and to only get up to use the restroom. I went from being a ver

I once again have to express my gratitude for all of the prayers that have been offered on my sweet family's behalf. I know I must sound like a broken record, but I honestly cannot thank everyone enough. The past couple of days have been filled with so many tender mercies and miracles. To truly understand where I am coming from, I will take you all back to Monday.             Monday morning was like most mornings except I felt like a bus had hit me. I groaned and complained to Nate about my back and head. I told him I thought I was coming down with the flu and thought I should call in sick. I have never called in sick before and I was dreading calling my boss to tell him I couldn’t come in. I didn’t want to be one of those women that got pregnant and just blew off  her responsibilities. Nate finally convinced me that it would be a good idea to call in if I felt so crappy.  Being the amazing husband he is, he hooked our TV up in the bedroom so I could stay in bed and w