I love you Chad, and I'm so glad you are here with me today...

As most of you know, Chad was in a skiing accident last Saturday that required emergency surgery...

He was spending the weekend with some friends in Denver and heading up to the mountains to go skiing Saturday and Sunday with them.  They had a fun couple of days planned and I did as well.  I was spending time with friends, my mom, and Caylee.  After enjoying a morning at the outlet mall, we had a delicious lunch and were on our way up to my brother and SIL's house when I got a phone call from a number I didn't recognize.  To my surprise it was Chad's friend Mark, I figured calling to give me a hard time about something or to play a joke on me...however, I became alarmed when the jokester voice I know so well was not the voice I heard on the other side of the phone.  Instead, very slowly and calmly he told me that Chad had fallen, he hurt his leg, but was okay, and he would call me back soon to keep me posted. 

Now, seeing as Chad had just been released from the doctor the previous Monday for a broken arm, I figured maybe he just sprained his ankle or something trying not to re-injur that.  But about 20 minutes later, I received an update from Mark telling me they were starting an IV, that Chad was very uncomfortable, and that they were taking him to the hospital for further testing.  I had still not been able to talk to Chad, and when I finally did, he was in so much pain, he couldn't really talk to me.

I was a nervous wreck by this time.  And we were hoping they could stabilize his leg enough to send him home, but again, no such luck.  He called me just before being taken back for surgery, said they couldn't wait for me to get there, to tell Caylee he loved her, and that the doctor would call me when he was done.  I was shaking, and crying, and felt so helpless, so desperate, so angry.  I wanted to snap my fingers and be there. 

So, I did the next best thing.  I started searching for flights to Denver.  I was able to get one the next morning and my wonderful SIL helped me find a ride from the airport to the hospital so I would not have to rent a car and drive myself in the state I was in.  I couldn't eat or sleep, I couldn't stop crying, I had the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach.  There was nothing I could do and I wanted to do something so badly.

Early Sunday morning I arrived at the airport.  I kissed Caylee, told her I was going to go get her daddy and bring him home.  It was emotional and scary.  You see, I don't like riding on airplanes, especially by myself.  I don't like doing anything by myself.  And yet, here I was at the airport, waiting  anxiously, by myself, doing whatever I could to get to Chad. 

And I made it, finally.  It was surreal when I finally got there.  I had only slept a few hours and had eaten nothing since lunch the day before, so felt a little out of it.

It has continued to be a whirlwind since then.  We managed to make it home, but are now trying to become accustomed to what life is going to be like the next few months.  It is going to be hard, but I am praying that with love, each other, and God's grace, we will push through. 

I love you Chad, and I'm so glad you are here with me today...

"Today, I will let go and let God." ~Melody Beattie

"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so." ~William Shakespeare