For many months Steve’s deteriorating hip worsened as vegetation of the wild variety grew strong and healthy in our yard. I did not attempt to keep this from happening. I am, at my best, an assistant in yard work. This is the day we have chosen to begin to reverse the curse. We shall tend the gardens together.
Other activities that were suspended for a time have started again. That was playing pool, which stopped while Steve was pulling up the old tile from the floors. The other was taking morning walks. I used walk alone, but now that Steve has a new hip, he walks, too. We walked eighteen minutes today, nine until the alarm rang and approximately nine on the return trip. The phone alarm told us when it was time to turn around. Each day we will increase the walking time by one minute before we turn around, two minutes total. (Okay, it’s a gentle increase. No reason to be hasty.)
We must get up earlier to make all this happen. Life is changing for us, and we are ready for it. Steve is blessed with a new hip that is healing as expected. We are grateful to the Lord and the fine doctors that performed the operation. I am grateful for a strong, kind, and considerate husband.