I know why I woke up...

Goal:  See my best friend

Although I have been receivng various reminders off and on, at 9:52 a.m., I truly understood why I woke up from my December surgery - love.  I am not talking about romantic love, I am talking about pure, unconditional love.  I am talking about no-matter-what-happens-will-always-be there-for-you kind of love.  This morning, at 9:52 a.m., I understood why I woke up.

My best friend and god son arrived into L.A. at 11:30 p.m. last night. (I have not seen my best friend yet.  I will see her sometime tonight - can't wait!!!)  I have been imagining what it would be like to see my best friend after 7 months apart, but I never gave much thought to seeing my god son.  (Don't get me wrong, he, next to my niece, is a love of my life, but my best friend still holds first place.)  So I was not prepared for how emotional I became this morning when hearing his little voice and excitement come through the phone.  When his Nana announced, "Gaga's  (that's me) on the phone," he responded, "I'm in California Gaga! I'm gonna see you!" Can you say, melted heart??? Not only was I going to see my best friend but her child, a true reflection of her love and friendship - what more could one ask?

When he and his Nana arrived, I heard him before I saw him, "Gaga!"  As quickly as I could, I made my to the front room.  He started running towards me and then stopped when he noticed the frame.  Smiling, I kept my eyes on his and said, "It's okay. I'm still the same Gaga." His smile re-appeared and his run was replaced by a quick walk, but, as always, he hugged me head first on my right leg.  After a slew of questions beginning with "What happened?" and "Why?," Gaga and god son where as one.  His questions were soon replaced with, "I'm happy Gaga."  Need I say it? Gaga was happy too. *smile*

I have been thankful for so much through-out this process: my mom, my sister and her family traveling down at Christmas, my dearest, my FB family who show love through cyber space, my friends (both new and old, and newly reconnected), the medical support staff who cheer me up at medical appointments, family, extended family, blogging, music, my computer which keeps me connected to the world, the sanctity of my house, God (even though I had to find my way back to him), and meds.  With that being said, I was never thankful for a second chance.  This morning, at 9:52 a.m., I was thankful to have a second chance.