CarolineOh
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The whole family got together yesterday afternoon for a hockey watching party. My darling Sam, my brother, with his wife and kids, my sister and her boyfriend, and Mom and me.
Sam and my brother carefully carried me into the living room and gave me the seat of honor in the big recliner and everyone gathered around to watch the game. The Red Wings lost, but we all had a wonderful time anyway.
Mom made delicious cheese soup that tasted just great through a straw.
After the game we watched some old home videos and just enjoyed each other's company.
As the evening was coming to a close, the men carried me back to my little bed in my once and again room. My brother's family said their goodbyes, and then my Mom came into the room wearing her jacket.
"I'm going to go spent the night at Elizabeth's, I'll be home in the morning after Mass" she said, "Sam, you'll stay and take care of Caroline, won't you?"
I was stunned by her gesture, it felt like such a great gift.
When Sam and I were alone he undressed and slowly, cautiously, crawled into bed beside me. There was barely room for us both, he would only fit lying on his side. He gently laid his arm across my stomach, nestled my head on his shoulder and held me close to him. After two weeks I was in his arms again.I laid there and looked around the darkened room and thought of all the girlhood nights that I spent in that bed, dreaming of the day I would lie beside my Prince Charming, imagining how it would feel to go to sleep in my dream man's arms, to hear his deep sleepy breath and to feel his heart beat against my breast.
My tears began to flow and soon I was sobbing, deep soulfelt sobs that were of neither grief nor joy but of something I can not name.
I felt his big strong hand softly stroke my hair and slowly cried myself to sleep.
I awoke in the earliest gray light of dawn. I could hear the morning song of cardinals outside my window. Sam had not moved an inch all night. His loving arm still held me, his strong hand still held my injured head.
And I laid there and I realized that I didn't hurt and that I would never really hurt, not in any way that was beyond me, because I knew I was loved.
Sam and my brother carefully carried me into the living room and gave me the seat of honor in the big recliner and everyone gathered around to watch the game. The Red Wings lost, but we all had a wonderful time anyway.
Mom made delicious cheese soup that tasted just great through a straw.
After the game we watched some old home videos and just enjoyed each other's company.
As the evening was coming to a close, the men carried me back to my little bed in my once and again room. My brother's family said their goodbyes, and then my Mom came into the room wearing her jacket.
"I'm going to go spent the night at Elizabeth's, I'll be home in the morning after Mass" she said, "Sam, you'll stay and take care of Caroline, won't you?"
I was stunned by her gesture, it felt like such a great gift.
When Sam and I were alone he undressed and slowly, cautiously, crawled into bed beside me. There was barely room for us both, he would only fit lying on his side. He gently laid his arm across my stomach, nestled my head on his shoulder and held me close to him. After two weeks I was in his arms again.I laid there and looked around the darkened room and thought of all the girlhood nights that I spent in that bed, dreaming of the day I would lie beside my Prince Charming, imagining how it would feel to go to sleep in my dream man's arms, to hear his deep sleepy breath and to feel his heart beat against my breast.
My tears began to flow and soon I was sobbing, deep soulfelt sobs that were of neither grief nor joy but of something I can not name.
I felt his big strong hand softly stroke my hair and slowly cried myself to sleep.
I awoke in the earliest gray light of dawn. I could hear the morning song of cardinals outside my window. Sam had not moved an inch all night. His loving arm still held me, his strong hand still held my injured head.
And I laid there and I realized that I didn't hurt and that I would never really hurt, not in any way that was beyond me, because I knew I was loved.
