Eleven

11 days.

My most lucky and unlucky number.

I get married to my best friend in 11 days.

For 11 minutes last year I was somewhere else. I coded. No one was sure if I would wake again. When they say dying must feel like going to sleep, it does. I don’t remember any of it.

But my two angels who were born in November (11) were with me. I’m still here.

I GET TO GET FREAKIN MARRIED.

Are you kidding me? I never thought I would even get out of bed again and here I am 11 days out from one of the most special days in my life.

One of the best walks I’ll ever take with my dad.

Although, I think in his head the best walk I ever took was to him for the first time after coding and realizing I was never fucking giving up. Or maybe his favorite is the first steps I ever took. Who knows. But This was a fight that I was going to win. I was choosing to live my life.

Here I am, everyday, choosing me. Choosing to grow. Choosing to learn. Choosing to be happy. Choosing strength. Choosing everything that live has to offer me.

Xo