bone that is.
It may be a little quiet around here these next couple days. I will be taking some time off from my regular job (blogging, duh) to nurse this stud back to health.
See, in most photos my husband doesn't smile his big, open-mouthed smile like the one in the picture above. These days all photos are taken with closed lips.
That's because shortly after I relocated to Washington to be with Steven, he was told he needed corrective jaw surgery, which required a year of braces before the procedure could be performed.
So for our wedding, Steven was blinged out with these carats.
It didn't bother me. Pretty much from the moment I laid eyes on Steven I decided he was the best looking man on the planet. My opinion hasn't changed one iota, braces or not.
Steven basically has what's called an open bite, meaning the bone in his lower and upper jaws grew at different rates. When he bites down, the extra bone in the back of his upper jaw prevents his front teeth from closing. That extra bone needs to be removed.
He has been rocking his braces for a little over a year. His teeth are now properly aligned and all that's left to do is break his jaw, cut out some bone, reposition his jaw to give him a proper bite, and then hold his newly positioned jaw together with plates and screws.
Actually, I'm freaking out! I'm pretty sure breaking and removing bone doesn't feel good, and on top of that, a lot of his nerve endings in that area will be exposed. It's a scary feeling for me, and although he is the bravest man I know, no one likes the idea of being under anesthetics, so I know he's nervous (even if he won't admit it).
So blogger friends, I'd love it if you kept Steven in your thoughts and prayers these next few days.
I'm excited to see my handsome man smile his big, contagious smile when this is all over.
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