Sunday April 22 marked the one-year anniversary of my Good Friday stroke last year. I was a little nervous about that approaching anniversary. I admitted my nervousness to son Jeremy while we were visiting Saturday.
“Mother,” he said, “It’s just another day.” And it was: Sunday was just another wonderful day. With the cool temperatures that had arrived, husband Walter surprised me with a fire in our fireplace. We had breakfast in front of the fire, went to church, enjoyed a casual lunch then a quiet afternoon and evening at home.
I typically seem to need such downtime in order to recharge after a day trip such as Saturday’s travel to Baton Rouge. Recharge I did, and Saturday plus Sunday added up to a perfect reminder to myself of how far I have come in the year since my hemorrhagic stroke and of how I can be thankful that my stroke recovery will continue to be made manifest.