Hi God, it's me again. Sorry our talks have been kind of one sided lately. The majority of my prayers are me saying, "Please God", several times each hour. I keep thinking you will answer me by healing Steven. I still know you can. But then your answer comes in the form of another person being there for me.
I am so foggy. It's a good thing my body knows how to breathe in and out or I'd probably forget to do that. God, thank you for life's simple pleasures. Coming home to a mowed yard, getting Whitey's yesterday and having a pillow to hold to fall asleep last night.
I keep hearing the ring tone I have just for Steven's calls and texts, but it is always another person's phone. Gosh, it would be great to get a text or call from him. After being on a ventilator and having two more bronchoscopies, he will not have a voice at all to make a call.
I sit at Steve's bedside and tell you God how much I love this man, but you know that. I'm not done yet. I still need him to touch me and whisper sweet nothings or somethings in my ear. I need him to tell me how to make the basement stop flooding and when he changed the oil in my car because I don't see where he wrote it down. I need to know what company he wanted to replace the roof and how to finish all the trim he started staining. I need him home so I can crawl in bed with him. I need...