
so here's how our circles finally merged.
.........................once upon a time {no good story
can begin with anything else}....................................a boy was in a motorcycle accident. and it was bad. i found out via facebook {are you surprised} and saw where his
then one day i signed on and he had changed his picture. to this:

what is his name, you ask? kyle. kyle rampey. after dating we realized some strange little quirks in our pasts and families that relate to one another. so here they are. my grandmother taught his mom and her sisters. my mom and his mom are both nurses...and worked together for years at the hospital...and his mom took care of me after i was born. right before she got pregnant with kyle...or maybe she was even a couple of weeks pregnant? nah. numbers don't add up. anyway, i was going to be named kyle thomas if i were a boy. his name is kyle and his dad's name is thomas. and..oh, wait! MY dad's name is thomas. we happen to know a lot of the same people, not only because we went to the same school, but because his sister married a guy that went to the church where i was raised. my family knew his family pretty well. so there you have that.
.....here are the things we are not.....
...here are the things we are...we ARE different. we ARE totally "that couple." we ARE weird (well, maybe not as weird as this picture). we ARE incredibly laid back. we ARE honest with each other...brutally. we ARE easy to get along with.

one of the things that i love about us is that we ARE different....
i am loud. kyle is quiet. i am disorganized


we compliment each other in the most perfect ways. i get him out of the house and he slows me down. i bring out the conversationalist in him and he quiets me. i can motivate him and he soothes me when i am too hard on myself. he can focus on the outside and i focus on the inside. i shower and he doesn't, so at least one of us is clean. hahahahhahahahha.
i will confront this one head on. i've had people ask if the amputation bothers me. the answer is absolutely not. is it scary sometimes? yes. it is for everyone involved. especially him. one thing that is neat about us and works to our advantage is that i'm a therapist. i work in inpatient rehab. i've seen people with similar stories come through the halls of the hospital. i've treated them. i've laughed with them. i've cried with them. and i celebrated with them as they succeeded. so the fear is never overwhelming. taking care of him physically when necessary never bothers me. he takes care of me too. kyle is ok. and will continue to make gains. we have only scratched the surface of his rehab potential. a couple more surgeries and there will be a light at the end of the tunnel. my gift is encouragement. i am fascinated by the body's God-given ability to heal and i couldn't be more thrilled to witness it first hand and have the privilege to be a part of this story.
his family has been so accepting of me. they are also wonderful and supportive. as many of you know, my family is going through a difficult time. and his family has been patient and loving with me, and willing to take care of me whenever i've needed it. i hope that i can return the favor.
he is not someone i would have put myself with. so God did. sometimes you don't know what you need until it is given to you. and so it is with us. he calms me. he slows me. he challenges me. he is patient with me. he encourages me. he supports me. he loves me. and for that i am grateful.
