I didn’t know how strong I would be when we planned our annual family vacation at the beach this year. How would it be, going up and down those steps from our deck to the beach over and over all day? And playing with my granddaughters, ages 2, 3 ½ and 4 ½? Driving 8-9 hours each way, packing, unloading, repacking, and all that goes with a car trip to the beach.
Wednesday marked 10 months since the car wreck in which I broke my neck, right leg and ankle. And yes, my lingering aches, pains and stiffness left me a little more limited in my activities this week, but I am amazed and thankful for what I have been capable of. I was in tears on the beach this morning as I realized we are leaving tomorrow, but also in thanksgiving for how wonderful the week has been. Safe travels for all 10 of us. Good health. Amazing weather. We leave for Memphis and Denver tomorrow, but the memories we made will last a lifetime. Or at least until next spring when I hope we can all return to this little slice of paradise on 30-A.
