a happy new year, it was not. in fact, it was the scariest day of my life.
w was hit by a (presumably) drunk driver while riding his bike home from work on new years eve. he doesn't remember being hit, he doesn't remember getting home. he doesn't remember big chunks of the following day in the er. the amount of blood was incredible.
he's home now, back at work tonight in fact. broken nose, fucked up hand and leg, scary-level concussion. scary scary scary. every night, i wake up ten times, hover my hand over his mouth or on his chest, just making sure...
the past week, i've been completely overwhelmed with love and admiration for this person. we're so close, and imagining my life without him is impossible.
after the first couple days, he was ready to cook. it had to be something soft - his palate and teeth still ached. this is the first lentil soup that ever brought me to tears:
watching him chop up the vegetables, stir, season. watching this precious man, who i feared i could lose only days before, i could only cry.
i am so thankful, and i know that this year is going to be special, every single day of it.