Goodnight

As I'm getting ready for bed tonight, I can't help the tears.  I'm not sad, I'm just so overcome with emotion.  Three years ago tonight, Steve had to put me to bed.  He did he same thing every night: helped me into my pj's, walked me to the bed, helped me roll onto my side (and get comfortable) and then covered me with the sheet and blankets.  Little did I know that he would never need to help me with that task again.  My life changed on that Good Friday three years ago and I wouldn't come to believe it myself until I stood independently on Easter Morning.  I can never give enough thanks to my husband for taking care of me  and the good Lord for healing me.