As the sun hits the window, I'm stirred awake.
I want to sleep a tad more, but there's none to take.
I tiptoe past his bed, he's as still as can be.
I only need a few minutes to concentrate on me.
Most days those moments may be a minute or two,
I take what I can get before I start my to-dos.
I sip my coffee, and pet the pup.
He clears his throat, he's waking up.
I'm greeted with a smile, and "I Love You, Swede!"
"Thank You for being my partner, and fulfilling my needs."
His shoulders ache, his eyes sting and burn.
I gently wipe them with a tissue, I don't want them to hurt.
We allot three hours to get ready for our day.
We choose to do it together, we wouldn't have it any other way.
Most days by noon we are off to Sci-Fit.
It's part of our routine, because he'll never quit.
It takes approximately an hour to get to Rehab.
We pack in a lot of talking, it's never a drag.
The therapists encourage him to give it his all,
and over the past year, they've helped him stand tall.
It's never easy, but he lets down his guard.
They stretch him to his limits, they push him real hard.
After each session we drive through McDonald's and get our Frappe's
It's something we look forward to, cuz it makes us happe'!
Due to commuter traffic, the drive home takes much longer.
Yet it's the time we have fun, and are silly...it's made our marriage stronger.
We spend our evenings watching TV and getting real snug,
and when the kids sign off for bed we still give them a kiss and a hug.
I wrap up the day's chores with a ritual of getting Vaughn comfortable in bed.
It takes four pillows including the one for his head.
I push our beds together at the end of the night.
I kiss his sweet head and thank him for fighting the fight.
Although we have our challenges as most people do,
I tell him before the lights go off, "I only want to be with You."