Tuesday Update: 07/11/06

Well, another week has come and gone…it’s hard to believe how the time is flying. Matt has been away from home for 4 weeks now! I’m surprised how well we are doing being apart…even though we both have our moments, neither one of us dwell on it. We just believe in making the most of the time we do have together and checking in with each other every day. So far, so good. Even Matt would say that. As hard as it is to be apart, we are both hanging in there. Our love is strong. Our bond, unbreakable. I thank God for that everyday.
Matt had another good week. He is still working hard everyday and the changes are starting to show to me. Matt is still unsatisfied…he’s so stubborn, he often poo-poos the progress. He says he won’t feel good about things until he’s able to do it all! I guess there’s nothing wrong with having a goal and working so hard to get there! It’s easy to want to stay motivated, but to actually do it day in and day out…well, that’s a whole different ballgame.
This weekend I brought him a VCR, some of his favorite movies, and some of our home movies to watch and show. We watched his famous ‘Big Stupid Fun’ video. It’s a video montage of Matt and a few friends drag racing at Eddyville, as well as doing smoky burnouts down at nearby boat ramp. It was fun to watch, and also bittersweet. It was strange to see Matt walking around on video, laughing and talking. I know everyone misses that old Matt. But I take heart in seeing pieces of him returning. Every now and then he’ll say or do something that is so VERY Matt and I’ll laugh. He’ll look at me and say ‘See, that’s the old me’…or ‘Yep, that’s ME’. It’s amazing how much we take for granted. The simple things…it’s hard to really break them down and realize how fortunate we are to be able to do them. I hope everyone is able to take a step back now and then and give thanks.

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