One day when I was in rehab, the nurses let my husband wheel me outdoors. It was March and a bit windy in Virginia. But it was so wonderful to be outdoors other than to be in transport for testing. That was the only time during my 55 day stay that I was able to be outdoors. However, I had a good window view of a city park while rehab for 2 1/2 weeks. I often ate my meals at the window. Several times a day, I would see a hook and ladder firetruck racing through the street on a call as it made its way to the interstate. I was fascinated with the way the driver handled the back, the front going one way and the back going the other way. I was on the seventh floor of the hospital and had a birds eye view. So now when I go to parades, those firetrucks hold a special meaning to me. When I came home, my husband wheeled me into the backyard to see the wild violets in bloom. He had instructed our yard guy to not mow yet, so I could see the violets in bloom. He knew how much I love them. Sometimes it's the small things.