The summer between my sophomore and junior year of high school, my mom went to the doctor complaining about a ringing in her ear and a headache. To be safe, they took an MRI of her head and found a ping-pong ball sized aneurysm, the largest the hospital has ever seen, resting as a ticking time bomb on her cerebellum. Immediately, she was rushed to the ER and put into a tedious 8 hour surgery. When she woke up, immediately my dad and I both knew something wasn’t right. We learned very quickly that she had suffered a stroke during the operation. Because of this, she could no longer walk, eat, or drink on her own. I’m an only child and I was forced to grow up quickly because of this. My dad travels for months at a time for his job not because he wants to, but because he has to and at times, I was left at home with a mom who needs to be fed through a tube every 4 hours, has trouble using the bathroom on her own, and is depressed in ways an average person could not even imagine. When my dad is there, he’s there. He hugs her and kisses her and lays with her on the couch calling her sweetheart as if nothing had ever happened. He holds her hand anywhere they go and most literally tends to her every want and need, no matter how demanding. Down to even painting her nails or doing her hair for her every morning. One day in the car, with the first crack in his voice I had ever heard, he said ” You know I could have easily left her there in that vegetable state. I could have been that guy that goes off when things get hard. She may not be the woman I married anymore, but I love her just the same and I would never take the easy way out. In sickness and in health, I made a promise.” Word for word, that echoed around in my mind for days. This is what love is. In its rawest and most beautiful form. My dad is my hero and I hope to be half the man he is and know a love like this in my lifetime.63 notes
Alex. Michigan. Eighteen. Languages. Tea. Traveling.
I really disagree with parents who keep their kids from watching the “bad stories” on the news, or even worse, the news in general. I think its so important for kids of any age to hear both the good and the bad. When they’re surrounded by nothing but stories of puppies and rainbows and always happy ever afters, you’re not raising them to have a realistic outlook of the world. Of course there are extreme exceptions, but me personally, I wouldn’t censor any world news from my children. I want them to ask questions. I want them to know that there is bad in the world and yes, It is sad. I think It would teach them just how important it is to be good as well as better highlight those who are and do good.2 notes
When someone says I have a beautiful mind, I’m in love. Id rather someone say this than call me beautiful a thousand times.7 notes
Everything you do is beautiful.2 notes
I dont even have words to describe how absolutely happy, complete, and comfortable I am finally.1 note
Laying in bed listening to music to evaluate my life>Writing the last two sentences of my spanish paper.
I love how you make me the person I want to be every day.1 note
Its astounding how much comfort I find in prayer.2 notes
I have four papers to write and two exams to study for in the next two days AND I get my period this week. Yeah you could say I’m a little stressed.2 notes