Happy 6 Month Anniversary Nephi!

It was six months ago today (around the same time of day that I am writing this) that Nephi had his accident.

I am hit with so many emotions when I think back. The moment that I got the call. The moment when I made it to the emergency room and was told he was headed into a surgery that he probably wouldn't come out of. The moment I was told, "He is still here." The moment I was told he was headed back into surgery because of brain swelling. The moment that I got to see him for the first time and did not recognize the man that left the house that day. Seeing the faces of each member of our families as they made it to the hospital for the first time to be with him; to wait with me.The days of unnatural calm I had while waiting for any sort of news of what would happen next, talking to doctor after doctor, specialist after specialist. Watching him fight so hard against so many things. The unbelievably happy moments of him first opening his eyes, first controlled movements, first time really looking at me. The shock when we found that he could communicate with us, and showed us that he still had his memory and brain function. The moment when they stood him and he surprised all of us with his coordination and strength; when he surprised all the physical therapist and nurses when he said he wanted to walk more and try harder (it didn't surprise me). The day that things changed so quickly and they moved him out of his SICU room and made it so he could use his voice; I wasn't there, but I will never forget being home and having Nephi call me on the phone to tell me to come back to the hospital. That night was wonderful, I got to stay with him all night for the first time, and couldn't stop staring at him because he was talking and acting so much like himself. The scary moments that I couldn't get myself to really talk about where he would act out of character or out of control and I would try and prepare myself for that being the new Nephi, but I was still so grateful to have any part of him still with me. The moment after his bone flap replacement surgery where he came out of the O.R. looking so much like himself that I couldn't stop smiling even though he said it was the worst pain he had ever been in. The days in rehab that he would struggle through and the days that he would breeze through. The wonderful day that we got to bring him home. The moment we turned into our neighborhood to such a cheerful sight.

And finally, the months after he got home where everyday he got closer and closer to being the same man that left the house that day...with just a few scars left to remind us what really happened.