08/01/2026
One week.
Seven days since we arrived at rehab from a few week hospitalization, and somehow it feels like both yesterday and a lifetime ago.
We’ve seen progress, and for that we are incredibly grateful. Emily is working harder than I ever imagined possible. Every day she pushes through exhausting therapy sessions, relearns movements that once came so naturally, and refuses to give up. We couldn’t be more proud of her.
But if I’m honest, this week has also been heavy.
Living away from home. Missing Taylor-Jo. Trying to keep our family connected while life continues in two different places. Wondering how we’ll manage another several weeks here. Watching someone you love work so hard just to do the simplest things is both inspiring and heartbreaking.
Stroke and seizure recovery is humbling. It requires patience whether you’re ready for it or not. It reminds you that healing isn’t measured by giant leaps, but by inches… by one more movement, one more transfer, one more word, one more step.
There is still so much work ahead of us. Some days that feels overwhelming. But then Emily shows up again the next morning, ready to fight for another day of recovery, and she reminds all of us what courage looks like. She says, “I’m determined.”
So today we’re choosing gratitude—for the progress we’ve seen, for the incredible rehab team walking beside us, and for every one of you who continues to pray, encourage, and lift our family up.
One week down.
A long road still lies ahead,there’s so much that happens each day that I feel I could fill pages of writing,and perhaps one day I will. But for now we are grateful we’re not walking alone.