Yesterday marked one year since Brandon broke his leg. That day is so vivid in my memory. We were leaving for a trip to Gatlinburg in two days when he called and told me he had broken his leg. He sounded calm and I figured he was kidding. He wasn’t. Here we are one year later and he is good. He walks fine and doesn’t seem to have much pain with it. His leg looks like something chewed on it from the two surgeries and countless incisions but I guess that is a small price to pay. I remember the doctors talking about how these breaks could take up to a year to heal and how down in the dumps that news made
He made a special point to sit me down and thank me for taking care of him this morning. I dropped everything and Taylor and I stayed with him during those first few months. Was it easy? NO!!! He was a horrible patient and very demanding. Not much different than his usual demeanor. J But I did what I felt I was supposed to do. It was a definite turning point in our relationship.
We are leaving for the river this weekend to get away from real life. We are planning a trip to

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