Loss for Words

 Inside I am doing cartwheels, Jumping jacks, jazz hands...the level of my excitement is difficult to contain. It has been for a day now. Because, Jim walked yesterday.

Jim walked yesterday.

Jim walked yesterday.

In spite of all the stupid little things that did not line out the way they were supposed to or should have, the kitchen LED light fixture went out, the fact that the dog decided that the tweeting battery in the smoke detector that I couldn't reach was reason to lose her mind and kill the window blinds, the lack of time to get some paperwork done I needed, the driver that cut me off... Jim walked. 

So priorities straight, later after cleaning up window blind parts and getting a couple of papers taken care of, and shopping for new window blinds, I sat and enjoyed the success. Jim walked.

 With help from the wonderful physical therapist who parked Jim's wheelchair at the end of the parallel bars, he grabbed the bars and stood. Straight. And, with some support and careful thought, he moved one foot at a time and walked. Stopped. To turn around, I could see him calculating the best way to turn based on the security of his legs. It was so obvious. He turned right towards the stronger leg and walked back to the chair.

 Then he went to the pedal machine where his feet are placed with support in pads, the speed and patterned set... Forwards and backwards... And a video of him riding a bike on a trail help to launch goals.

 Left toes wiggled a week ago Tuesday. Left leg and foot movement last Saturday. Standing. Walking. Yesterday.

I have no words. Except... Thank you.

Jim walked yesterday.