Rehab: Day 1
Today was Jon's first day in rehab. What an amazing experience to see my hubby work so hard. Today I heard things from the therapists like, "Wow, I've never had anyone have this much strength on the first day!" and "Um, you're the only guy I've seen be able to do a reach that far." So basically, I'm trying to say my husband truly is a rock star. :) When they ask him to do 5 reps, he does 10. When they tell him he did good, he asks for another shot at making it great. Cue Rocky soundtrack. For reals.


Meanwhile, the staff is asking him what the word "Shalom" means, written on his shirt. So he's talking to them about God's peace and things "as it should be" and other Shalom-y goodness. ;) It couldn't get more awesome, right?
Oh wait. Then this happened.

I brought Jon his Baby Taylor and he played for the first time post surgery. The song? Healer. Oh man. So good. But so emotional. Song 2 was the old "Never Let Go." That one about did us in.
"I can see a light that is coming for the heart that holds on. And there will be an end to these troubles but until that day comes, still I will praise You. Still I will praise You."
Nothing more need be said.
We praise Him.
Still.