Dinner but no dancing

My husband and I decided to go out for our Valentine's Day dinner two days early, because of my injury. We stayed close to home, so it wouldn't be too much for me. Our steaks were cooked just right. I had baked a cinnamon swirl loaf earlier today so that was our dessert. My leg is getting better, I'm so thankful to our LORD for this. It's been along three weeks. I am so afraid of stairs though. It'll be a while before I get the courage to try them again. I don't want to tempt fate and re-injure myself. Thankfully I had bought my best friend's Valentine gift through the web so all I've got to do is wrap. I told my daughter who lives out of state that her gift will be late but it'll be out to her as soon as I can get to the UPS store. The reason I titled this posting "dinner but no dancing" is because as I was slowly dragging my leg around today trying to do some very simple chores, I began feeling sorry for myself. I suddenly thought that I'll never be able to dance again with my husband. It's a very humbling experience when you cannot do anymore the simple things and fun things you once did.