BELIEVING IN MIRACLES // 7 MONTHS ON
This was our last date 'before...'
And you know what? It was a bloody good date too.
A totally random walk landed us here - in some random farmers field in Bristol - sun setting while looking over the estuary at our (soon to be) new future; in Wales.
It's the happiest sad photo I own. Half my heart smiles looking at it, the other half wells up full of tears.
But this post isn’t going to be a sad one.
This post one is going to celebrate all the love and support we've received.
Truly, from the very bottom of my ‘pieced-back-together-ish’ heart, THANK YOU.
It's going to celebrate Steve finally being transferred to Cardiff, and so much closer to me (and his family, and childhood friends).
It's going to celebrate Steve, and I, starting to be grateful for the positives in our lives that have come from a devastating low - no matter how much we'd return each and every one if we could go back in time.
It's going to celebrate this - the progress medical science makes every day, very slowly, but surely, bringing miracles to life.
So this post is here to celebrate and bring thanks. To keeping hope and faith in future miracles - always.
Because if we can live on a blue planet and spin around a ball of fire...
...'broken' men can walk again.