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Sunday Update: 05/20/07

After a long day of hard work yesterday, Matt and I did something we haven’t done in over a year and a half…we sat outside on our front porch together!!! It was a beautiful evening, and when I asked Matt if he was up for it, he said ‘why not’…so we walked out and sat on the two chairs on our front porch. To me, this was a big deal…a moment to be remembered. It was just another example of how much more ‘us’ we are these days. Sitting together at the end of the day, talking on the front porch…it was priceless.
We had spent the day working hard, doing projects around the house and garage with Hope and Chad. Even Miss Meghan ‘helped’ wash windows! Matt’s dad came by in the morning and helped us take the wheels off of the TA and FINALLY get the new wheels put on. We ordered new tires for the wheels and had them all put on on Saturday. They look SWEET! (I’ll post a picture later.) Chad was nice enough to wash up the car and it looks awesome! Matt even talked to Chad about taking the car to Eddyville sometime this summer and racing it – just to see what it can do. This was also huge to me…the fact that Matt wanted to take the car there, even if he couldn’t drive it himself. He has come a long way. Finally, we are realizing that life goes on, and we have to live it to the fullest, even now. For a long time I think we held ourselves back, just waiting for things to get better…thinking that we’d never be able to enjoy our old hobbies and interests since everything was so drastically changed. But over time, I think we’ve both realized that we need to do the things we enjoy, as best we can, even though it’s different. So, here’s to a summer of good times with family, friends, and each other – getting out and about more, and doing the things we love!!!


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