Can you believe it? Amber is 30 years old on Saturday. Happy Birthday, honey!
She was 25 years, 10 months old at the time of the accident, so basically, the last 15% of her life has been in recovery. When I think of it that way I have to think about how much that 15% means to me. Of course, not that the 85% doesn't; it's just different. It's amazing how much we take things for granted even when we don't try to or realize we are doing so, but than BAM!... our world gets rocked and perspectives change.
Speaking of perspective.... at the time of the accident Bailey Michael was 2 years, 11 months old, meaning an entire 60% of his little life has watched his mommy work to come back to him. He has prayed with us along the way, made trips to the various hospitals and care facilities, and watched his mommy's own 'graduation' from a wheel chair to a walker, to walking by his side. Let me tell you, the two are close, close, close. Shelly and I love to watch them interact; it's the sweetest thing in the world.
So, please join me in wishing Amber a very special birthday, and as Amber said herself a few minutes ago "The fact I can even celebrate my 30th is a tribute to God Almighty."