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Four Little Words...

Sometimes just when I think I know Matt, he does something that totally takes me by surprise…in a good way. I debated whether or not I wanted to write about his latest little surprise,  but something like this…well, I couldn’t let it pass by without comment.
Matt’s Uncle Denny is sick. He’s battling a recurrence of cancer that has really taken its toll on him physically and emotionally. Matt and I are getting regular updates on his condition through family e-mails and phone calls – and he’s really been on our minds and hearts the past few weeks. Earlier this week we got out a card to send to Denny – to let him know we were thinking of him and Matt took a few minutes to sign the card. Typically Matt writes very little…ever. Of course he has to use his left hand, which is awkward and unnatural and even then…the tremor really kicks in on the right side when he’s concentrating so hard. The result is usually shaky and he thinks it looks bad – so he typically keeps his writing to his name, and sometimes a love. But for this card, he wanted to write a note - to say something from his heart.  After he was done working on the card he asked me to look it over to be sure it was ok. He wanted to be sure it wasn’t too much…or too preachy. I could tell it meant a lot to him that I confirm his note was appropriate – since he asked me multiple times to look it over. Finally I stopped puttering around the house and went to get the card and look at what he had written. His simple message – profound. It hit me like a ton of bricks.
I can’t really add much more to the impact of his note – but it just reaffirms, yet again, why I love him so. Despite everything…all that he has been through…he is still a fighter.


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