Merci Pariiiieee

Should I even say it? Totally failing at keeping this blog updated. But, since my last post was a little gloomy, I should say that in a few days Jake was back on his feet and even back playing flag football. This is seriously such a miracle because other times this has happened he has been out for months. So thank you, thank you for your prayers and kind words!

We have been super busy with our last year of school. But rest assured we've been having a lot of fun too.. {you were worried, ya?} the problem is I have been awful at bringing my camera. But, I do have an old adventure that I forgot to share....

PARIS.

I do think I mentioned it here, but in case you missed it I had a 12 hour layover in Paris on my way to Mozambique. My in-laws hooked me up with a personal tour guide who showed me around the city. My tour guide saved me from gypsy children trying to rob me and I was so happy she was with me.

We rented bikes and rode around to as many places as we could fit in. It was magical. I had the most amazing day trying to remember how to ride a bike in Paris while maneuvering through the traffic and falling in love with the city. The only thing that could have made it better is if my lovely husband could have been with me, but life is long and we still have time.

Turned out to be a photo tour and since I was meeting Jake in Mozambique I have a whole CD of pictures of myself in Paris lol.. If you don't make it through all these pictures, I wont judge.
ps. please excuse my 'layover look'.. I flew all night to get there ok..

Survival Mode.

It's weird how life can be going along so perfectly you wonder how you got so lucky.. then BAM, something happens that puts you into "survival mode." As of Saturday I am officially in that mode. Jake was playing flag football with some friends while running he felt a terrible pain and fell to the ground. He re injured his previously herniated disc. When I finally figured out that him and his friends did not "go to lunch" and that he was in fact in the emergency room this is where I found him:

The last thing I said to him before he left to play was "if you get hurt I'm not taking care of you." Well now I feel like a terrible wife for saying that... but of course I took it back and promised to take care of him. It's just that we've been here before with his back and I know what a back injury entails and it really stinks. For me it means watching him suffer in pain all the time, bringing him every meal, taking care of all the household things, bringing him medicine, etc.  But worse of all, it is really awful to watch someone you love suffer and be in pain. As bad as I may feel for myself I know it is much, much worse for him. He has to be constantly in pain, many restless nights, struggles just to get around, nausea from medications, countless doctors appointments, and going crazy not being able to do anything active.

But I keep reminding myself how much worse it really could be. Especially with it being 9/11 today I feel lucky that he is alive, that he will recover, and that life will return to normal again.

In the meantime I'm going to try and remember this little gem that I saw on pinterest while at the hospital: