I pushed myself too hard in my Christmas prepping and celebrating, and had a great Christmas Eve, but by 9 AM Christmas morning I was bed ridden. I haven’t been able to weight bear at all on my legs for two days, and we weren’t able to go down to SLC to celebrate Christmas with my family. I’ve got bags packed and gifts wrapped and excited kids, and I’ve just been stuck in bed. My mobility is always limited, but rarely this badly. Sometimes I get too excited and I just go-go-go, and then my muscles quit on me and I remember that I don’t have ligament support to pick up the slack. It’s just one of life’s painful reminders that I’m human.
But that’s also the beautiful part of life; that we’re all human. Brock cheered me up yesterday by getting us all snuggled up on our bed with the boys’ brand new Star Wars toys and we watched Star Wars together. The boys played with their new gifts all day, and there was something beautiful about them getting to spend the whole day enjoying the gifts we’ve been so looking forward to giving them.
I love this quote by Thich Nhat Hahn:
I’ve spent the last 2 1/2 years learning that life is full of miracles, but they’re often different than we wish for or expect. If we can open our eyes and minds, we can discover how much beauty is there beneath the surface of our filtered views.
I don’t love being in pain and physically unable to do as much as I always want to do… but I do love the lessons I’ve learned from it. Being able to slow down and discover life’s true miracles, hidden in the little moments when we’re fully present and engaged; that’s the greatest gift I could’ve been given. And I sure love this beautiful life. ❤