Such a GREAT weekend!
When Blake worked in Colorado, he shared a house with Anna and Rich Lebedda and their precious daughter Emi. Blake was there through the first year-and-a-half of Emi’s life, and she calls him Unkie B. Anna has been visiting family in the south for the last week or so, and since our place was a half-way point between two family members, she and Emi spent the night here last night. Nothing like a two-year-old to make you feel young again!
Update on Blake: Blake will not be returning to Turkey, and I just have to tell you this mom is so relieved. He is staying with Ted and I while he sends out resumes, and we are thoroughly enjoying him being here. It’s been almost 18 years since we’ve seen Blake for any length of time besides holidays and vacations – and there have been times when he’d be overseas and we wouldn’t see him for over a year. But . . . he is anxious to get on with the rest of his life, and we fully understand that. Please keep him in your prayers as he searches for what God has planned next for him.
DREAMS STILL COME TRUE
Many, many years ago I walked through a model home in Panama City, FL and saw sheer curtains being blown out into a room by ocean breezes. I thought at the time it was one of the most visually soothing images I’d ever seen. The vision stayed with me, and one of my main wishes for our Florida house was based on that image – silly, I know, but some things just stick with you.
This morning I walked into the family room and saw this . . .
The simple things you dream about – sometimes they take years to come to pass . . . and sometimes they never do. Thank you, Lord, for granting me this one. It made me laugh out loud and grab the camera.
Update on me: On Thursday evening I told you in the blog post about my incident with dog walking at the Humane Society and that I was fine. Well, after sitting at the computer writing that blog, I got up to discover a huge knot behind the injured knee. Things like that always scare me more than the average person because I have a history of blood clots (two in the other leg – a long time ago). Anyway, I decided to be over-cautious and go to the ER at 9 p.m. that evening. We got there to find the waiting room FULL of people and were quickly told all the computers were down and things were moving at a snail’s pace. We stuck it out and were finally discharged around 2:30 in the morning after six x-rays and an exam by a sweet lady doctor who looked 14 years old and was much too chipper and happy for someone working all night. Diagnosis: Deep tissue trauma and sprained knee ligaments. I was sent home with pain pills, a knee wrap, and instructions to act my age. The knee wrap helped, the one pain pill I took didn’t help the knee, but sure made everything else feel better, and the jury is still out on whether I’ll ever act my age. My mother always asked my daddy when he was ever going to grow up. His answer was always the same – “I hope never!”
I’m with you, daddy!
GOOD STUFF FROM MACKINAC
Y’all have a great week, and I’ll see you back here sometime before the weekend!