So, my surgeon had a lot of instructions when I left the hospital.
One of them was "No dangling your leg below heart level for any longer than 20 minutes in any rolling two hour period." I have been being very careful to follow this one. I've also been being very careful not to let myself put any weight on it at all (another of his instructions).
There was another instruction, that I have chosen to blatantly ignore. He doesn't want me going to church, as that is just too much time with my leg not sufficiently elevated. He obviously doesn't know me that well, nor does he know my church. You see, I went. We propped my leg up as high as we could, I guarantee it was fine, and all was well. I saw my church family. They are family. REAL family.
And I have a post I really need to write. Pertaining to tonight's service and the notes I took. However, for now, I have to go. I have taken my night meds and I am totally out of it right now.
I am a Christian. I am a wife. I am a daughter. I am a friend. I have babies in heaven. I take pictures. Love to write. I strive to show compassion.
Derek is also a Christian. He is a husband - to me. An amazing husband. He loves intensely. Laughs freely. He is strong. I am amazed when I consider that he chose ME. I love him. He loves me.
This is my Gramma. Eileen. Of everyone I have ever known, she is the one I desire to be like. She was wildly compassionate. Generous. A woman of integrity. Goofy. Cute. My hero. She is in Heaven.
Bayleigh is intense. She is small. She is beautiful. Sweet. Wild. Mischevious without limits. And she chirps.
Furbis is the epitome of catness. He is handsome. Big. Sweet. Dangerously intelligent. Strong. He breaks things. And talks.
Calliah is special. Furbis chose her. She is sweet. Not very smart. Funny. Pretty. Puts her toys in water. And the more she loves you, the harder she bites.
Izzy is super sweet. She's pretty. Passionate about playing. She licks things. She doesn't talk much. Snuggles a lot. And sleeps on my head.
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