In my family when we are happy for someone we always say lucky! But only in the Napoleon Dynamite voice of course. Well I am going to say “lucky” to myself. To begin I have to say I have one amazing family. My mom and dad treat me a little too good. They are so understanding of my new needs and don’t hesitate when I ask for help. I adore my brothers and sister now more than ever, they hold long conversations with me and give me endless advice that I use on a daily bases. My cousins, aunts and uncles because of them I am constantly surrounded by endless concern and support not to mention I look up to them, I am who I am today for doing so. With having so many people who love and care for me I can handle anything. The number 1 “lucky” in my life is my husband. I hate to put down all those husbands out there but I have to say that my man is as good as it gets. I think I have put Jeff through hell since the moment he met me but after being diagnosed I wouldn’t blame him if he just walked away. He put up with my disability walked by my side while I looked like an old with my walker, he pushed me in a wheel chair countless times even taking me shopping and helping me pick out clothes (ok he really picked all of them out, what can I say the guy has taste.) He helps me to walk and in the morning when walking is the hardest he carries me to the bathroom. I really could go on and on about all the wonderful things my husband does for me but I think that would be called a book. I am so proud of him and the person that he is, it makes me proud to say that he is mine.