That's what it has felt like in our household this week.
Firstly, I had my surgical review on Wednesday which went very well. For the first time in 12 months I left the specialists office with good news and a more positive outlook.
I'm out of bed.... yay me!!!
Well... in small doses. My bone graft hasn't yet fully taken but is looking terrific and promising. I'm now on crutches (still non weight bearing), I can climb stairs and hopefully by next week I might even be able to drive. After nearly 6 weeks in bed, a stroll around the house is enough to exhaust me but I'm sure my stamina will improve day by day.
So that was yesterday and today we celebrated my baby's birthday.
I can't believe Miss Aimee has turned 12. That is almost a teenager. Where does the time go? It seems like just yesterday that she was a sickly baby fighting for survival. We had some tough years, awful hospital stays, lots of sleepless nights but through it all.... my Aimee has never stopped smiling. Now she is leaving that little girl behind and fast becoming a beautiful young lady. I am so proud of her and love her to bits.
Happy 12th birthday Aimee.
Tonight Aimee had her buddy Gypsy sit beside her at the dinner table for birthday cake and candles - not something we usually allow mind you.
And then, just as my chest is filling with pride, a chance photo catches this...
and this....
Hhmmmm.... I'm hoping they didn't share the spoon but suspect they did.
Oh well, if that is the biggest thing I ever have to worry about, then I am one very lucky mum.
Aahhhh... warm fuzzies. Every week should be like this.
Hugs ~ Kerryanne
and this....