In the mornings I have learned to get myself out of bed.
From there I wheel myself over to find clothes for the day.
One arm in, the second arm in, and then I stick my head through….shirt on.
One leg in, the second leg struggled but in….and what.
The pants are undone and I have to wake up my husband to help me.
“Honey, please get up.” On this weekend day you don’t want to get up, you really want to just roll over and sleep in.
He wakes up.
I sit patiently with my pants still undone and only pulled to my knees while he stretches and scratches.
Then he stands close so I can stand up. He does all the buttons and zippers while I’m up.
Then we hug.
For the only time that’s convenient, we press close.
Me with one leg on the floor, and him with his two we can hug for those precious seconds like nothing is wrong.
Then I go back to the wheelchair.