The Party Don't Stop

Sleeping beauty is still...well, sleeping. But just because he's sleeping, and just because we are in a hospital, the party don't stop. nope. HAPPY NEW YEARS EVE!

Britton had another huge day of physical therapy! He did great, again, such an over achiever. They had him on his hands and knees, standing up, sitting up, rolled him on a ball that looked like a giant lima bean (don't ask), and he even was responding to some pretty tough commands. that's our boy!

Sometimes I just don't get it though. How can he hear us and respond to commands every once in awhile, so well, but still lie unconscious in a coma?! SO WEIRD.

Hey, listen up. I just want to say how much it means to me that you read this blog. That you care enough to hear of my brothers daily progress. I am completely blown away at the response this thing has had, especially because I had no intentions of it becoming what it has. I initially just started it so Britt could have kind of a journal of everything that went on, so that one day when he is able to he can look back trough it and see everything he overcame. And so my parents wouldn't have to deal with explaining how he was doing a million times a day! It has become so much more than that I think. And not because of me, but because of all of you. It helps me to express my feelings in a healthy way, it keeps me positive and upbeat about everything too! I look forward to posting every day. I'm so thankful that it has helped others, through their own difficulties and trials. It helps me to realize that my brothers accident wasn't just for nothing, he isn't going through all of this for no good reason. If it is helping even one single person, inspiring one heart, or teaching one mind...then it is all worth it. And that is all I could ever ask for. That through my brothers struggle others are being helped. Thank you for all the sweet comments on every post, I see them and read them all! They are so uplifting and encouraging to me. Thank you for saying hi when you see me out and about and for your sweet compliments about this blog. It means the world. I feel like because of this blog I have met so many amazing new people, and heard the most incredible stories of miracles and hope. Some that have truly touched and changed my heart. Often times i feel like peopel give me too much credit, i've said it once and ill say it again.

It is not me. It is my sweet brother. The boy who is laying in the bed next to me. The boy who has fought miraculously for 60 days, and will continue to do so. The boy who has left an unerasable mark on my heart, and probably all of ours. He has inspired thousands, yet hasn't said a word. He has taught me the true meaning of love. In it's deepest most purest form. He has shown me what it is really like to be like christ, to live like him. He has strengthened my testimony, and shown me that God lives...without a doubt, that he loves all of us, without a doubt, and that he is the almighty, without a doubt. He has taught me what it really means to be strong and to never give up...no matter how hard it gets. He is my angel, my role model, my perfect example, and my little brother. Everything I have said within the last 60 days, has been from him or because of him. I'm just the one with the keyboard.