This week marked 4 years since Richard's Miracle Day. (You can refresh your memory here.) It's hard to believe it's been that long already, but I still haven't gotten beyond trying to imagine my life if I were a widow. Undoubtedly, it wouldn't feel like time is flying if I were navigating life alone.
I don't know if people around us think of it, but Richard prefers to wear collared shirts out in public now. He's not ashamed to show his scar to people when talking about the accident, but it's not something he wants to display on a daily basis, like a preschooler showing off their new shoes. Initially it seemed to me like an incredible conversation starter about the amazing grace of God, but that's easy for me to say- I'm not the one with the scar! It hadn't even crossed my mind till someone pointed out to me that it could look like a suicide attempt. Whoa! After 4 years, it's as good as its going to get, and it's still fairly obvious on the side. So if he wants to cover it, that's his choice.
Right after the accident, if we had a nickel for everyone that said "God must still have a plan for your life!"... We were hyper aware of that ourselves. We're still trying to discover what that is. So far it seems like it isn't one big grand thing, but a million little things.
I'm feeling very grateful he's still with us. I could get all sappy here but let's just say he's an essential part of this family. Love ya, Babe. 
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