We finished spring break the best way we knew how.

We drove down to South Florida to be with family. And then we drove down to Key West — all of us, together — to celebrate.

March 20th.

Ten years of marriage for Jesus and I. And thirteen years since the day Bella came home for the very first time in her life.

The same day. Every year. Both things at once.

We used to wish for days like these. 
When we were living in that hospital — when the hallways were our home and the monitors were our background noise — we used to dream about what it would feel like to just be together. Outside. Free. Normal.

All these years later and I still feel it. Every single time.

I still don’t take it for granted. Not for one second. And if I’m being honest — I still yearn for the day when I can just enjoy a moment without my mind drifting back to those hospital rooms. Without feeling both things at once. The joy and the memory of the pain living right next to each other.

Maybe that day will come. Maybe it won’t. Maybe this is just what it means to have lived what we lived.

But we were in Key West. Together. All of us. On the day that started it all.
And that is more than enough. 

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