Grateful - By Christina Rosalie

The doctor, after the surgery said, “Well, he had about a week.” He said it casually, the way you might tell someone the weather forecast in passion: relaying obvious facts that are, of themselves, barely noteworthy. He had gentle eyes and an experienced hand. One of the best doctors in the country. This news, is the news he shares every day. Ninety-percent blocked.

And now, just a handful of days later, you wouldn’t know looking at him. The microscopic incision in his wrist where they sent the catheter in is healing beautifully. He’s back to his usual shenanigans, kissing me awake before I’m really awake; making breakfast for the boys; building our commuter bikes from vintage frames up.


The past couple of days we’ve spent just being normal, and that feels tremendous. Going to work, bringing the boys to school, eating dinner by candle light, and taking walks after dinner. The weather has been unbelievable: day after day of the bluest blue contrasting the warmest vermillion, the firriest red, the sunniest gold of the maples and sassafras, hickories and gingkoes. It’s so beautiful, just being alive, that I catch myself, tears wet on my face.


Also, reading your comments in my last post I was moved to tears often, not just by your kindness, but by the stories you shared revealing your courage and wonderment and devastations. I am so honored you come here and read. Thank you.


We are heading off on a long, long-awaited trip to Jamaica. Just T and I. We were supposed to go last week, but he ended up in surgery instead. Now, I can think of no better way to recuperate than to sit on the beach with my love in the sun. I’m bringing books (yes, I still believe in lugging the real things around in my luggage) and a fresh new notebook. I can’t wait. I’m sure I’ll be posting regularly on Instagram while we’re there. If you’re inclined, follow along.

xoxo, Christina