Lifesavers for Latasha

Today marks one of the most profound, terrifying, stressful, and miraculous days of my life.

One year ago, Tasha received the call that she had been blessed with the gift of life—a new heart and two healthy lungs. That moment began a journey unlike anything I could have ever imagined. Even now, I’m still processing it. Still trying to comprehend just how hard it’s been—physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

I am endlessly proud of Tasha—her strength, her grit, her resilience. This past year has tested us in ways we never expected. There were days when we both wanted to give up. Days when we couldn’t recognize each other through the exhaustion and pain. Days when we stood as enemies, and others when we were each other’s only anchor. We’ve questioned God. We’ve cried. We’ve yelled. We’ve held onto each other through the worst and found grace in the smallest moments.

But through it all—we’re still here. We’re still standing. We’re still fighting through the weight of life, and we are so incredibly thankful.

We’re thankful for those in our inner circle who’ve lifted us up, for the quiet support and loud encouragement alike. We are humbled and forever grateful to the donor and their family—who, on what was likely the worst day of their lives, gave us the chance at a new beginning. That truth alone is almost too much to fully grasp.

There are still hard days. Some days are damn near impossible. The long-term side effects, the complications, the unpredictability—they wear us down. But other days? They give us glimpses of the future we’re hoping for. A future where Tasha is healthy, thriving, and living fully again.

I’ve held back from sharing many of the hardest moments. Not out of shame, but because it’s my nature to keep things private—to push forward without pity. Maybe that’s a flaw, maybe it’s survival. But it’s how I cope: one step, one day at a time.

Even with the scars—seen and unseen—I am so deeply grateful. This has been a blessing beyond words. Watching Tasha shine on her good days fills me with hope. We know there are better days ahead, and when the time is right, we will celebrate.

But for now, we’re quietly counting our blessings. We’re holding space for gratitude and grace. We’re leaning into compassion for one another and remembering that marriage—real marriage—is a team sport. We show up. We don’t quit. Especially when it’s hard.

Thank you to everyone who’s walked this road with us. Your love, kindness, and support have helped us carry on through the chaos. We see you. We feel it. And we’ll never forget it.

Tasha is gathering her thoughts and feelings and if feeling well today, she will likely post her reflections later today.

Cheers to the future.