The music of our lives..

Today, I spent the afternoon in one of my favorite places. It is a wonderful place, somewhere I have been going more than half of my life, and all of my adult life. It is the place I feel the strongest, the place I feel whole, the place I feel the the most protected from the world. That place is his left shoulder. Today I brought our video camera with tapes that he made of our children, of our daily activities, and I placed it on the pillow by his head. I put the rail down on the bed and rested my head on his shoulder, breathed in his familiar scent, and closed my eyes. We spent hours today, listening to the music of our lives. The familiar voice of my husband narrating all of the important moments of our days, while my children laughed in the background. I listened to his voice, loving them, encouraging them, laughing at them and celebrating them. Today I have spent time in the best place I can be. We continue to hope and pray that he wakes soon. All of his vitals remain the same, he is holding his own he just needs to wake up. His brother, sister and parents are all visiting now. I have come home to rest before my girls get home.