Praises of a Wife and Mommy

  The same day I got my cast off and graduated to the boot, I had another milestone waiting...  shaving my leg! It’s funny the things you look forward to after weeks in a cast, but it felt like such a big step toward feeling human again. The doctor had warned me there would be layers of dry, dead skin and that shaving too soon might cause razor rash. So, I took the advice and started with a trimmer instead of a razor. As the long hairs disappeared, I just had to laugh — healing can be both humbling and hilarious sometimes! The shower felt amazing, but as expected, the dead skin didn’t all come off in one go. I think it’ll take a few more showers before I’m fully back to normal. But before that shower, the emotions hit hard. I tried to figure out what 25% of my weight-bearing would feel like — and honestly, it was painful. My tendon is tight, and my muscles are weak. Every step was uncomfortable and awkward. I did a few laps around the house with my crutches, and tears came....

I’ve shared a lot about my healing journey lately, but today I want to pause and talk about my husband’s . He’s been walking his own path of recovery, and honestly, it’s been both inspiring and hard to watch.  We laugh often that we are doing hard things together as we are one!  Just two days before my Achilles surgery, Anthony had surgery on his bicep tendon. That alone would’ve been enough to make our summer interesting, but his recovery has come with an extra challenge—nerve damage. Healing has been slower than we hoped, and there are still a lot of “waiting” days. He’s no longer wearing that big plastic brace (praise the Lord for that small victory! 🙌). I think that change has brought both freedom and comfort—because let’s be real, plastic and sweat do not mix well. We scrubbed that brace so many times, but somehow the finger area always stayed stinky and gross.  It’s the kind of thing you just have to laugh about or you’ll cry. Anthony has had several physical the...

 Monday came quickly, and with it my follow-up appointment at the orthopedic specialist. Just like in the ER, they had me lay on my stomach and performed the test to check my Achilles tendon. The doctor came in, looked at me, and said the words I knew were coming but still didn’t want to hear: “You will need surgery to repair this. Even if we don’t get an MRI, we can schedule surgery for Thursday.” They removed the splint from the ER and fitted me with a boot, crutches, and prescriptions for pain. From there, we headed straight to the hospital for pre-surgery testing—a blood draw and an EKG to make sure I could safely undergo the procedure. It felt like a blur of appointments, paperwork, and waiting rooms. After that, we made what would be one of many pharmacy runs. They sure prescribe a lot of medicine for this kind of injury and surgery. By the time it was all done, my husband and I decided to stop for lunch. Sitting across from each other, we couldn’t help but feel both tired ...

August 16, 2025 – A Night to Remember It was a night filled with energy, joy, and worship. I had no idea that a moment of dancing would turn into a moment that would shape the next several months of my life. We were dancing to "Church Clap" —a song that always brings so much fun and excitement. I was fully in the moment, clapping and moving with the beat, when suddenly I felt a sharp, intense pain in my ankle. It was so jarring, I honestly thought someone had kicked or stomped on me from behind. The pain stopped me in my tracks. Trying to stay calm, I carefully made my way to a chair. Panic started to set in as I realized I couldn’t put any weight on my right leg and that it felt strange. Deep down, I knew something was seriously wrong. I sat there, overwhelmed and confused, when I saw my husband come over. He knelt by my foot, looked up at me, and said, “It’s going to be okay.” Then he began to pray.  He is a physical trainer and knows the body well... I could see in his...