A Sparkle
Sometimes you just know what's happening. You look up for a split second and the story makes sense, you know there's a story. Sometimes all it takes is a sparkle of the eye.
Just the facts...
So here's the news. Not good. Not bad. Just straight up facts. (Facts from a girl on oxycodone and emotionally ... well, slightly unstable and a little heartbroken.) Argentina is in the rear view mirror now - this means no traveling for a long while, the thing I love most. No walking for 6 weeks - who knows when I'll run again, the thing I love most after traveling. Several months of physical therapy for a stapled MCL, replaced ACL, a sewn meniscus and fractured femur. (I've always had weak bones, so it doesn't surprise me.) 45 minute surgery turned into a 2 hour surgery, not as scary as I thought. Trampolines are dangerous and I will never jump on one again. I'll be back at WWU this quarter, possibly in a wheelchair? Not sure what classes I can take yet. My friends are the best. They've called, visited, emailed, and prayed. Most of all, I've got the best Father, who tells me: "Come to me, I know you're weak and have found life burdensome
HECK YES! It's like you want to freeze the moment and say, "Hey you two, we all know what's happening here, shall we talk about it?" But then its like, Oh that would be awkward. haha and so you dont. But you reallllllly want too!!!! :)
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