Christmas is such a beautiful time of the year. I just want to get up and sing, and sometimes I do, of course I don't exactly get up anymore, but I am here. I am here because God granted me a miracle. I am here, with my husband and my beautiful daughter, and six months ago I should have died. The fact was I was clinically dead for several minutes, and was in a coma for about three weeks, when I woke up, I remembered little about what had happened, but I knew I had been in an accident, that my life was forever changed.
I was told I would never walk again, but I was alive, so that in itself was reason to celebrate, my Daughter Hannah would spend another Christmas with her Mother. I would hear her talk about her first crush, her first boyfriend, her first kiss. My husband would still have a wife, so I did not have much reason to complain. I was given a gift, more Holidays with my Family, more times to build memories, if I had to build them sitting down so be it.
Don't get me wrong I had my moments I grew frustrated, but more than anything I was grateful. Grateful for another chance to hold Hannah in my arms, to listen to the rhytmic sound of my husbands breathing, to watch him teach Hannah to ride a bike, so many things I would have missed out off if God had called me home.
I was a Christian born again, and thankful for that, because I knew without that I would not make it without my faith, and I was making it. I was glad that I was making it.
Now I am facing the first Christmas since the accident. The accident that nearly took everything for me, but gave me a stronger faith, and a deeper appreciation for the good in life.
To Be Continued