What are words?

Music has always been a source of comfort and support in my life.  I can recall songs through the different periods in my life that have helped express the joy, sorrow or excitement that I have felt. Most of the songs stick with me because of the story it tells or how I relate to it.
I came across this song quite by accident last week.  He is a former contestant on American Idol.  I dont follow that show but the moment I heard this song I was overcome with emotion.  After a big of research I was amazed.  This man wrote a song for his fiance after she suffered brain damage in a car accident.
These lyrics brought so many wonderful thoughts of my marriage.  My husband is a man of few words....very few words.  But I know he means the words he says and he keeps the promises he makes.

What are words
If you really don't mean them
When you say them
What are words
If they're only for good times

I am so thankful for my husband and every promise he has made, in good times and in bad.

Triggers

The past month has been filled with many triggers of memories from the early stage of my MS attack last year.  These triggers are normal and the memories aren't bad.  The memories remind me how bad it was but it also comforts me knowing how far I have come.

The kids birthdays were a blur where I was unable to help with the craft activities, cut the cake, write the cards etc.  This year McKinley picked the Teppanyaki restaurant where they grill right at your table and give you chop sticks.  Tay picked the same place for her birthday last May and I remember struggling to eat using a fork with my left hand.  This visit I even tried the chopsticks.  It wasnt the smoothest but it wasnt horrible either.  I felt like everyone else and it felt good.

The movie theatre triggered a memory.  I few weeks ago I picked popcorn kernels out of the bag one by one with my left hand. I enjoyed the movie, but I also got a secret pleasure grasping the popcorn with my fingers.

Another trigger I had recently was putting on gloves.  I havent worn gloves forever because my fingers wouldnt cooperate but last night I borrowed my hubands gloves and I was able to slide each finger in without too much difficulty. 

I am thankful for all the improvements I have experienced.  Having said that the triggers also make me think about how long I will be able to enjoy these things....they make me wonder when my next attack will be....what ability will I lose?

Being the eternal optimist I still acknowledge the triggers and memories but pray for healthy and happy memories for a long time.