Sweet small somethings

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Winter seems to be taking a gentle intermission.
as pansies lift their weathered faces
for some afternoon sunsoaking
and coats and scarves sigh on the clothesline,
while rare balmy breezes shake them free of winterdust.
And I throw open windows to celebrate
and marvel over the many small somethings
I’d have mistaken for nothings
before my hubby headed into surgery for a new knee
exactly two months ago.
Two months of  hard fought ground and two steps back for every push forward
and irritable stretching and uncomfortable squeezing
until I find myself, like the pansies,
full of relief,  face to the sun
and grinning with wonder
over
~freshly opened spaces as rehab equipment is moved out of the house
~relaxed dogs as therapists stop coming inside to hurt on their man
 (poor girls couldn’t understand why I wouldn’t let them take down the physical therapist who
 clearly came to inflict pain on their human!)
~no more shots to give or meds to organize and schedule
~lucid conversations as narcotic haze is gone
~hubby driving himself!!!!!!!
~luxury of having house to myself on occasion again
(well,  okay,  I’ve always appreciated this)
~staying in bed at night, under warm covers, as hubby able to navigate to bathroom and back without help
~no worries with stairs or showers or socks or shoes
~and the thorough THRILL of going  to our favorite neighborhood deli
or movie theatre
together.
These are sweet,  sweet,  SWEET somethings afterall!
And I’m giddy with the grace of it all:)