Travis has another doctor appointment today to check on his pneumonia. I’m hoping that it is resolving. When we went for our walk this morning, I heard him struggling with the weight of the humid Oklahoma air. Still, I’m hopeful.

Thursday will be one month since his surgery. A month of doctors, hospitals, pain, prescriptions…and healing.

I know he’s getting frustrated. I know he’s still so uncomfortable. I know he wants to be “further along.” I know he is worried about bills. I know he feels like a burden.

How do you explain to someone that they are worth so much more than you could ever give? How do you show them that you meant every word of your vow? For better or worse…in sickness and in health…

At some point, this point in our story will make sense. At some point, this will be a “remember when…” But for now, it is our new normal. For now, it is the thing that keeps us up at night. Travis struggles to sleep (a common thing for bypass patients, I am told). And I…I sneak into the living room and watch him in his fitful sleep, sitting upright in his chair, and I relish in the simple joy of watching him breathe.

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