Thursday, February 17, 2011


Dear Tattered Angel,

Over the past few days you have continued to add new skills to your repertoire while in your Spica cast.  Upon returning home from a long day at work, I was greeted by your sweet smile and warm tender hugs as you called from the basement, "Daddy, home."  I was amazed when I turned the corner from the stairway into our family room and discovered you standing by the couch. as you watched your favorite movies.  Within minutes you had pulled yourself from standing on the floor to lying down on the couch.  As each day passes, you find your casted body less of a limitation.

With time, favorite past hobbies have started to reemerge back into your ever day life.  Before your surgery you loved to climb into the laundry basket filled with clothes, slowly empty the contents into scattered piles surrounding you until nothing remained in the basket.  Mother had spent the day washing, neatly folding then placing laundry into your basket.  The time spent caring for the laundry meant little to you as you speedily grabbed each carefully stacked pile and tossed it on the floor. Then pulling yourself over the rim of the basket and nestling yourself inside.

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