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.
This year, I did it on my own without any problem.
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!
"If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome." -- Anne Bradstreet