Sometimes life throws curveballs. The last week was full of those. Rob got a new knee last July. Then started having some weird issues starting in November. Infection won. Last Friday he had his knee removed. For the next three months he's got an immobilizer and at least a month on IV antibiotics. I have learned I am not a natural caregiver. Not natural at all. Good news the girls are picking up the slack.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.