I am learning to type one handed. I am not all that good at it, nor am I living up to my typing speed. Funny how the knowledge of something you become so adept at changes when the use of one extremity is taken away.
I am not complaining at all; for the reason I am learning to type one handed is the reason I am the happiest woman in the world! I look quickly down at the most precious site a Mom can see, her sweet baby curled up sleeping in her caring embrace.
He is the reason why I do not mind typing one handed, doing dishes one handed, pouring a glass of water one handed. This little man that I hold so close to my heart - my own "Precious".