Facebook showed me this picture today of Brady and I from nine years ago. We were 25.
I feel like, in this picture, we had really hit our stride. We had a lot of fun in our life!
For years, I would laugh at every one of my birthdays and say “I still feel like I”m 23.” I felt young forever. I don’t know what it was about 23, but it was as if I didn’t age for a while there, and that was always my number.
When Brady went to the hospital, and that whole new season of life came upon us, I aged so quickly. I was deflated beyond belief. Exhausted at every angle. It has always felt selfish to say it, but to be blunt, I was deeply suffering. And that first summer afterwards, when I turned 33, I remember saying “I feel like I’m 46.” I only realized way after that fact that I had subconsciously doubled the age I felt I was the year before. I can’t tell you what gave me those numbers, but they felt pretty significant to me.
I don’t know what happened. If it was the two year post-surgery mark, or just God’s perfect timing. Probably both. But we have once again seemed to have hit our stride. And its a gooder.
We both feel like our capacities have grown. We laugh more. We accomplish things easier. We have at least begun to hit a new normal, and it feels really good. Really hopeful. And thanks to that, we have some fun things we’re working towards this month! I don’t know how long its been since we’ve felt like we can actually add things, but its been a gradual climb, and its feeling good.
There is no one else I’d rather eat a casserole out of the dish at the island with.
If you are the praying type, and you think of us, please carry us with you! We are working hard to follow God’s leading! The future is bright 💜