Count my Many Blessings...

Oh heavens!! I am so blessed. I don't think I could stay conscious long enough to say thank you to everyone or to list the small yet monumental blessings I have been the recipient of in the last week. Most of you know how sad and torn up I have been over not having heard from Cody in what felt like a very long time. After my surgery on Thursday, my mom brought me not one but two letters I had gotten from him that day! What a glorious thing it was to read his words. I held back my tears of joy and love for him and those letters at the time because my mama, sister, Erin, and Robby were all there but once they left I re-read them 3 times and bawled my eyes out. THEN, having been home all day yesterday but also drugged up for much of it, I didn't have too much time to ponder how very much I miss him. Today however started out extremely rough. I had the most intensely painful migraine I have ever experienced along with increased difficulty with breathing. Everything was just so much more focused and intense. I threw up and it was just an altogether rough morning. I got up to use the bathroom at about 10:30 and I hear my phone start ringing. I don't even know how I knew but I yelled for my mom to grab it because, somehow, I KNEW it was Cody. His flight has been doing amazing so they had almost a full day of base liberty. I got to speak with him on the phone, then he had to go but then he called an hour later and we finished up his calling card. Then we chatted online in two different sessions on Facebook and then I got one more phone call. It was such a huge relief/blessing/exactly what my heart needed. This next week is BEAST week so I won't get to hear from him at all but hopefully he'll get another phone call next weekend. He also found out I had had surgery so that was such a huge relief for me knowing that now when he gets those letters, he already knows I'm okay. He had wanted to see a picture of my abdomen so I sent him a picture and he said," It looks like you lost horribly in a knife fight." That made me laugh because that's what Aaron and Erin had told me to say to people who ask if they ever see my scars is that I got in a knife fight. Here's the pictures of Erin hanging out with sickly me and my grotesque yucky tummy.