I had surgery on my wrist yesterday afternoon. It was a minor thing, but I've been reminded over the past 12 hours of all the little things that are usual and routine, but are blessings just the same.
I'm thankful for Nathan who wins the husband of the year award for taking such good care of me yesterday. He was so patient and sweet. I made a poor choice of shoes yesterday...I'm usually wearing some sort of slip-ons: flip-flops, ballet flats or boots. For some reason, I choose my very comfy Converse yesterday and poor Nathan had to tie and untie those three times. Before this gets too sappy, let me show you his ornery side. He was videotaping me when I was experiencing some sort of post-surgical amnesia. (To quote from the video: Leah, do you really want to tell the nurse for the 5th time that the iodine they put on your hand is the same stuff that you used as a kid to dip the navel of baby cows in on your farm?) Now that is blackmail material for sure!
My mom, amid her busy day homeschooling Isaac and Eva, running them to their various activities, and taking care of their household, had us over for a delicious dinner. It was such comfort food- meatloaf, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, green beans, fresh spinach and fruit salad. The potatoes and green beans were from their garden. On top of that, she sent us home with a second meal for tonight.
It's easy to take two hands for granted. I'm typing right now (and for the next few days) with one hand. I'm definitely not going 90 words-per-minute over here.
I'm glad that I don't usually have to wear this, and that after tomorrow, I don't have to hold my hand above my heart. We were renting a movie at Family Video last night (The King's Speech- I highly recommend it) and there I was, standing at the check-out with Nathan, hand held high and to the side, ready to give my Boy Scout's oath at any moment.
That I'm typically healthy is such a blessing. The pain medicine I took last night is still making me feel nauseous and I have a new sympathy for the morning sick.
I'm thankful for being able to usually wash my hair with both hands, rather than one hand and a garbage bag.
...and for living in a country with the best medical facilities in the world.
Some of you may be able to crack an egg with one hand, but judging by the mess in my kitchen, it is safe to say that this is an art I will not soon perfect. I'm glad I usually get to do it with two hands.
I'm thankful for having such a close-knit family. Just yesterday I talked to every one of my six siblings and both of my parents.
For a rental house that not only meets our basic need of shelter from the elements, but is beautiful and big enough to accommodate large numbers of guests.