Every morning at breakfast, Michael reads from this Billy Graham book we have on our dining room table, it’s like a little devotional book.
I’ve been so busy lately, I didn’t realize that June 16th was coming up until I was flipping through the pages of that book, this morning.
When I turned to today’s page, it hit me.
17 years today.
17 years today, Michael broke his neck. He was 17 when it happened.
So, today, he’s been paralyzed for half of his life.
Doesn’t that seem insane?
You’d think it would be like this big day you would see coming. I have no idea how you’d mark an anniversary like that. A couple of years ago, when it was 15 years, I sent him a card. Last year, I cried to myself, just a little bit, not so happily wishing this third person in our marriage, his disability, a “Happy Birthday.” This morning, we didn’t do anything, except to talk (very briefly) about it, over breakfast.
Michael is really, really good at this. He has developed an amazing resilience. He almost never cries or gets sad or frustrated. He does lots of things he probably technically shouldn’t be able to do. He is AMAZING. And if you think he’s an inspiration to you, you have no idea the example he is for me!! Although, I did hear him sigh and grunt a few times this morning when he dropped his toothpaste on the floor. I actually love it when he shows even just the smallest bit of frustration with the situation, because it makes him a little more human and makes me feel like less of a complainer.
Some days it’s not a big deal. Some days, it’s the worst thing in the world. 17 years ago today, my heart breaks for what that little teenage guy and his sweet family were going through. I can’t even imagine. But, boy am I glad my Michael pushed and pushed and went through all he went through to become the amazing man and husband that he is today. I sure do love him!