As I lay here with my heating pad (my most prized cuddle-buddy), I remember my trip to Yosemite over New Year’s was no small wink from Jesus. During my three days there, I experienced the most minimal pain I’d known in the 4 months prior. What a cool thing to be nearly pain-free and surrounded by such huge beauty. I think that’s what they call “being romanced.”
Yosemite
