Why do I love my wife's new crutches (perhaps even more than she does)?

Because on the first day she got them, I stepped into the kitchen to see her grinning from ear to ear as she leapt from the sink all the way to the other wall in a single bound, even though she was sick with a death-bringing cold.

Because even on her very worst days, she is able to walk from one end of the house to the other without once falling, stumbling or having to stop and regain her balance.

Because she snuck up to me and whispered, almost as if it were a secret, that she could dance with them.

Because after I heard her say that, I put on a Sam and Dave LP and she ran to the living room to bump and groove to the sounds of "Hold On, I'm Comin'."

Because after all that, she beamed with joy and delight, flashing a smile that I don't see often enough and that I haven't seen in some time, thrilled to be alive and able to dance again like nobody's business.

That's why I love haddayr's new crutches.