Reliving the past [part 2]

Well, it's gone. My poor sad bottom front tooth. #27 if you're in the field. ;)

I survived. And I'm doing well. I've got the soft foods lined up...

Eaten: strawberry jello and sponge bob macaroni and cheese (thanks for the smile on that one, love)

Still to eat: chocolate and vanilla pudding, mashed potatoes, more macaroni and cheese, cherry jello, and 

-- drum roll please --

mud pie ice cream. {insert hallelujah chorus here}

It's weird to know my tooth is gone forever at age 25. Usually when you hear about people losing teeth, they're older and it's because they didn't take care of them. Oh well.

My sister wrote about her thoughts on this day. Made me cry. She's such a great writer. And an even better sister. {no offense on the writing ;)}

The accident I was in --- she was in it too. She was amazing -- her broken back that still bothers her sometimes, and yet she always made sure I was okay. It's kinda crazy to go through a trauma like that with someone. So many hard days. A few really awful days. And more and more good days. As awful as it was, I'm so thankful for that experience and the unique relationship my sister and I have through it. 

It's crazy how having this surgery has reminded me of that day on July 2, 1999. It has reminded me where we came from and the miraculous recovery we made. It has reminded me that I am thankful for life, love, laughter, joy, family, and friends. All of which have been so therapeutic this week. 

I'm thankful for a mom who met me at the surgeon's just as I was going back to give me a hug. For her prayers and wisdom through all of this. And for the flowers on my doorstep when I returned home. 

For a husband who prayed with me for me last night, who sat in the empty waiting room all morning, who walked me out of the office with his strong arm, who made me yummy food {the soft diet is pretty awesome for me since I love all those foods}, who fed and walked the dogs for me, who told me I'm pretty even without all my teeth. 

For a mother-in-law who texted me the sweetest prayer last night, and this morning and who checked on me today. 

For a sister who left me a thoughtful voicemail and who gets it. 

For friends like Jessi who reminded me she's praying for me, and for friends like Lindsey who send thoughtful texts offering to bring Panera soup. :) 

For two puppies who hang out with me and my Emma who understands something happened today and has laid next to me all afternoon.

For a home that is cozy, clean and peaceful. For the blessing of having food to eat, and movies to watch, and books to read. For Ibuprofen and Vicodin. :)

It's funny how you don't realize how much something will affect life later. Until later. 

Thank you Lord for your mercy and your grace, your provision and your peace, and your faithfulness.

"Let us then approach God's throne of grace with confidence, 

so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need."

Hebrews 4:16

{ps: I'm taking Vicodin, which I of course think I'm fine on, but hopefully this post makes sense...}