Every day is something new. A reason to be excited.
Whether I’m able to move my leg a little more, or see some progress in my face…there is always something.
And a part of me is worried. About the friends that will see me like this for the first time this summer. The ones that have seen me laughing and joking, so sharp and witty, and now they will see me so changed.
I’m worried people will be disappointed. They won’t get that even though I’m different, I’m still the same.
They don’t understand how I can get so excited because my fingers are moving the tiniest bits. It’s different now.
But, I can be excited.
I really can.