What a great Easter.

Kids were all dressed on time for church, and they looked so good. The baby was beautiful in her little dress. The boys, the boys were so handsome in some freshly ironed shirts and pants.

I got to talk to mopt of my family, and friends in some way.

My wife was so pretty in the dress we bought for her on our honeymoon.

...and I got to play movies g man and electronics installer.

Yep, we moved more stuff into the house today. Not much, but enough that it is starting to feel like home.

Here's the funny part, I THANKED Ashley for "letting me" carry boxes into the house. Never thought I'd have to thank someone for manual labor, but I did.

I could see the worry in her face growing with each box I carried. Of course, I was getting more confident with each trip.

Well, almost each trip. About 1/2 into unloading the car, I remembered who I was, "a survivor."

My mind jumped in and said, "Um, Body? Please slow down, you are not the man you used to be."

It just sort of hit me that I should be more careful than I was. Mid-trip, with box in hand, I suddenly questioned myself.

Nothing happened (except the unloading of a car full of boxes). Thank God for that.

Today was great, and today was productive,  but today was also a kick in the butt. A kick that I better not try to do too much, or I will live (hopefully anyway) to regret it.

Couple of more weeks of rehab, and then I think they will cut me loose. After that it will be up to me to monitor myself.  Hope I can do that successfully, and help move boxes for my kids when THEY  move into new homes of their own.

By then, this blog will be finished. But if all goes well, I won't be.

Good night and God bless.