Our future son-in-law helped deliver a baby last Friday night. He wasn't sure quite how to process the experience but knew he no longer wanted tacos afterward. He has held hands while people passed away from an accident but this was his first, and he hopes only, birth. He said the contrast was pretty powerful and he has a whole new level of respect for mothers.
This week held a permit for Kate and her first time behind the wheel that wasn't a vacant parking lot. She managed well. I felt nauseated anyway.
Our grandson had surgery to repair a hernia this morning. While riding back to the OR, they told him he was on a bed with wheels so he could relax. He crossed his feet and put his arms behind his head and laid back. The boy understands relaxing. He woke from anesthesia angry and pretty mad at the world though. It took all Lauren had in her to calm him. Covid restrictions prevented both of his parents from being there as support. It's ridiculous. But as the day wore on, he perked up and recovered well. No jumping or running for three weeks seems rather unrealistic since using duct tape is not encouraged. Lauren is requesting prayer.
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| Last weekend, they went to the zoo and when they got home, Austin requested a family series. I'm so glad he did. |
Ty had plans with two different friends this weekend and both had to cancel. Since he was the only kid home tonight, we let him select a date destination. He chose putt-putt golf but by the time we watched him scale rocks, jump over bridges and fish countless balls from the pond, we wondered if perhaps something more physical wouldn't have been better. But we all scored a hole-in-one and celebrated with a slushy afterward. Kid dates on gorgeous evenings are highly recommended.
Temperatures have dropped and I am grateful. My porch swing has been missed.
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