364 Days
I know I should stop dwelling it, but it's not really a bad thing, thinking about the past and how everything has come full circle.
364 days ago, I was laying in a hospital bed. I weighed about 45 pounds less than I do right now, and my docs weren't exactly optimistic about the future.
364 days ago, I wasn't sure I'd ever play hockey again, let alone live a semi-normal life. The threat of surgery was on the horizon.
364 days ago, my life, aside from the medical junk, was pretty peaceful. Only one child was walking and talking. There was one grown up, well-behaved dog living in the house, and things seemed ok.
Today... practically none of those things apply. Matt is in Los Angeles, starting a new stage of his career. I've gained weight (I could say it was through exercise and that it's all muscle, but I'm going to blame some of it on Marco, and spending much of the summer with him in Italy). There's no longer a grown up dog, but a rambunctious mostly full-grown puppy, and a strange cat who lives in my house.
Alex is in her final year of preschool, and Teo is walking and talking.
And then there's Marco. He's... nothing like I expected. Nothing I dreamed of. But he's pretty wonderful, and has completed the picture quite nicely, literally and figuratively.
I've been working out every day, with new and old teammates. Erik Cole is in town, and I've enjoyed getting to know him on and off the ice. Life is good. I can't wait for the season to begin.
364 days ago, I was laying in a hospital bed. I weighed about 45 pounds less than I do right now, and my docs weren't exactly optimistic about the future.
364 days ago, I wasn't sure I'd ever play hockey again, let alone live a semi-normal life. The threat of surgery was on the horizon.
364 days ago, my life, aside from the medical junk, was pretty peaceful. Only one child was walking and talking. There was one grown up, well-behaved dog living in the house, and things seemed ok.
Today... practically none of those things apply. Matt is in Los Angeles, starting a new stage of his career. I've gained weight (I could say it was through exercise and that it's all muscle, but I'm going to blame some of it on Marco, and spending much of the summer with him in Italy). There's no longer a grown up dog, but a rambunctious mostly full-grown puppy, and a strange cat who lives in my house.
Alex is in her final year of preschool, and Teo is walking and talking.
And then there's Marco. He's... nothing like I expected. Nothing I dreamed of. But he's pretty wonderful, and has completed the picture quite nicely, literally and figuratively.
I've been working out every day, with new and old teammates. Erik Cole is in town, and I've enjoyed getting to know him on and off the ice. Life is good. I can't wait for the season to begin.