It feels like spring today and I decided to put up our spring season flag to replace the winter one I’ve had up on our flagpole for the past few months.
As I reached my arms way up high to take the old flag down, I remembered last year at this time, how I realized that I simply could not reach that high, and couldn’t switch last years flag without the help of my husband. After all those surgeries, my upper body mobility was so constricted that I just couldn’t reach up that high.
So now, every day when I pull in or out of the garage and see that spring flag flying, I’ll be reminded of how far I’ve come. Little victories, little wins. Happy Spring!