No pictures but it did happen

So my blogging has slowed down as I'm sure you've all noticed, or maybe you all wandered off and I'm just talking to myself. If that is the case I've got to post more pictures of Burt, his cuteness amuses me so.

We've been pretty busy around here adjusting to many things. First that whole cross country move. Yowsa what an adventure. I really should find the pictures I took and post some here, maybe someday. Second the indomitable Burt picked me out and came home with me. While my heart was still grieving the loss of both boys earlier in the year, Burt and I are forming our own bond. He wakes me up in time to go to work early and snuggles back in with me on the weekends. He has not found his voice via Momma yet but it will come soon enough. Gus had a disdainful French/Russian accent and Jack always sounded like he was asking questions even when making statements.

Third I found a job and was on my way to settling in when a call from D's phone came in but D was not on the other end. A very nice lady was there instead telling me he had "fallen off his bike" but was in too much pain to talk to me?!

After some confusion and a mad dash to the ER, don't worry his bike rode to the hospital in the ambulance with him, we were told he had broken his pelvis and would require surgery. He was transferred to another hospital and I got to make a couple more lonely drives that night. His time in the hospital and rehab center are still pretty blurry to us, probably always will be.

And just to add insult to injury D was rehospitalized with pneumonia and flu, while I got my own flu diagnosis. I got to catch him three times in one day passing out. We've spent a lot of time and effort healing. I've been faithfully exercising every night for close to a month. The effort I've seen D pour into PT has inspired me.

The months following the accident were a difficult time of balancing my work and our healing. Because yeah your marriage takes a hit with all those big things. That is quite an understatement. I would even say it knowing we had a good strong foundation to stand on.

And you know what? I would go through it a thousand more times to be able to keep him with me. But not this year ok?

So I tell you all of that to tell you what we were able to do today. We walked five and a half miles together in Portland only four months after the accident. Not too shabby, but I'm going to let myself off the hook exercise-wise tomorrow. My calves are threatening a mutiny. 

Oh Burt has decided it is lap time. I must bow to my feline overlord. I post pictures of D's sweater once I finish it.