Wow three years have passed us by.....
Our Bombaversaries, Alive Days, Boom Days or what ever you want to call them are the one thing I can keep track of. I can't remember how many surgeries or blood transfusions or prosthetic legs or procedures or MRIs or CT Scans or PICC lines or or or.
(Boy could that list could on....I lost track of that list a long time ago. However if I ever get nostalgic, we have a banker's box with all of those numbers in them and we can take a stroll down memory lane.)
Somewhere along the way I also lost track of all of the laughs and numerous amazing memories we have also collected on this journey. I can assure you that the number of laughs and fun greatly outnumber the medical. We have been so blessed by a bomb that was intended to take a life away.
Yes I said blessed by a bomb. That bomb has taught us a lot. It taught me that I took things for granted and allowed too many of life's great moments slip by. It taught us that it's not the quantity of friends you have, it's the quality. It taught us that some people are way more selfish than we ever thought possible and that sometimes it is truly tragic they cannot see it. It showed us how to truly see life through the eyes of a child. It showed us the true beauty that exists in life that we all take for granted everyday. It showed us your gut is always right. Even when you don't want it to be, it is.
However I think perhaps the biggest blessing the bomb gave us was the experience of witnessing what a true Hero is. I know Chaz doesn't think he is a hero, but I sure do. Everyday I wake up and touch my husband and right there I pray over him. I thank God that I have him with me for another day. I also give thanks for the men and women who worked together to get him home to our girls so they could grow up knowing their Dad. I give thanks for the men and women who helped us create our new normal. I give thanks for the actions of so many Heroes that helped my husband and so many other Heroes come home and who helped us all move on with our new lives.
For three years now, I have had the privilege of standing by my husband and help him fight his fight. I have watched him learn how to adapt to the life a bomb altered. Some days the fight is just too hard and I am the one who has the honor to remind him of how far we have come. And some days he has to remind me of the same.
The past three years have not been easy. They have been a roller coaster with nauseating turns and flips. We have had our hearts broken and we have laughed through tears. We have traveled and seen things we may have lived our entire lives never seeing. We have made friends for life that we would have possibly never met if it wasn't for that IED. We have become like family to so many wounded, ill and injured. We have been able to pay so much forward to others. We have truly been blessed.
I know it is so hard to see a bomb as anything but destructive. We all must remember that sometimes things literally have to be blown apart so He can help you put them back together. We have to know that God has a plan for us and we must walk in that faith. It is that faith that has seen us to year number three and I pray it sees us to many, many more.