Ian didn't want to wake up when I first got home because he'd had a long day. He finally did though and was more active than I'd seen him in awhile. He was moving his head around a lot and made an expression with his eyes that I'd never seen before either. Later on when we were outside, he was using his voice for awhile when I was asking him how his week was. It wasn't groaning either- it was like he was trying really hard to talk to me.
In a few days it will be eight months since the accident. That is so long. That means that almost half of our relationship now has been spent in a hospital room or wheelchair. Please continue to pray with us that God would completely restore Ian.
"Think about His love. Think about His goodness. Think about His grace, that brought us through. For as high as the heavens above, so great is the measure of our father's love. Great is the measure of our father's love."