Chad's been home since Wednesday and although he's got a long road ahead of him as far as recovery goes, he's home and we feel so blessed for that gift. Our life is so full of blessings, even in the storms that cross through our life. I have my husband who's alive and walking and that's a miracle. Everyone who has seen the humvee he was in have all said the same thing...."I don't know how you guys made it out of that thing alive". It's pretty well flattened. The driver crawled out a little bruised and cut, and with a minor concussion. Chad crawled out of there with a broken bone, torn vertabrae, and fractured sternum. The surgeon told him that had he been a smaller guy his back would have been broken and he'd be paralyzed. You see, he's a miracle...a walking miracle and I feel so blessed that he's still here with me.
Tomorrow my sweet Jackson will be turning 7 years old. How quickly the years are going. He's a lot like me in many ways. He wears his heart on his sleeve. He can be shy, yet he's outgoing. He loves to sing (and write his own songs). His heart is with Jesus so completely, although he doesn't feel like he's ready to be baptised (he is oh he so is!). He used to roll his "t's" yes you read that right..his "t's" LOL I just love it, he doesn't do it now unless asked. He will say "I love you" anytime and doesn't get embarrassed or shy about that! He loves fully and completely. He does not like to play soccer (lol). He embarrasses easily. He's Jackson....and he owns my heart.