So, one fine day after Christmas Doug and I decided to go sledding down the infamous Old Main Hill in Logan. We went with Kevin, Nick, and Sher. We were all having a really fun time, but we decided that the boys only would do a last run - racing, of course. So off those three went and next thing I knew Doug was laying in the street at the bottom. Sher and I looked at each other like "Uh oh, Doug really hurt himself." So she and I ran down to the bottom where Doug informed me that he had heard a snap and thought he broke his ankle. So after a blessing and an ER visit we learned that he fractured the bottom of his right tibia and tore some ligaments away from the bone. And it was PAINFUL for him. What then followed was 2 weeks of complete bed rest. Now, however, he is on crutches and still has a big boot on his foot. He can't yet put any weight on it, but we are going to get more x-rays this next Wednesday. Hopefully all is healing properly.
We have learned a lot together during this little challenge of ours. I have never been more grateful for my ability to walk. We have also been able to spend a great deal of quality time together; talking, laughing, crying, snuggling. Our love continues to grow, and I love that I married such a motivated and amazing man. It has been a bit of a struggle for me to do everything plus more on my own. Doug has encouraged me and been very good at telling me how he appreciates everything I am doing. I really love being able to help him.
Last night I FINALLY took a couple pictures of his boot. Enjoy!

The Victim

Look how sad! And those crutches...

We're still smilin' though :)

His feet - My feet