So I came home for the week to help take care of my dad. Thankfully, he came out of surgery better than expected and back home as if nothing ever happened. I thought I’d be helping him in and out of bed, up and down the stairs…that sort of thing. Rather, I’ve been reminding a 70ish year old man that he’s not 25 anymore and helping with the daily duties around the old homestead.
For instance, we needed some firewood…
Mmm hmm…all.by.my.self. (I would feel guilty as I lay in bed at night saying my prayers if I didnt tell you that from the camera angle, it looks like that truck bed is full. It actually was not…it was only half full.)
So thank you for your prayers and well wishes. My family is breathing a little easier.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be in the tub soaking my sore arms…
Been thinking about you, and I’m so happy to hear that your Dad is doing well.
Go soak your arms. And your back, and your legs… I’m sure they all hurt
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Look at you – buff lady!
You impress me (in more ways than one).
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Hi Nicole,
So glad your father is doing well. I liked your last post. No matter how old we are, they are still our parents. The difference is that we also start to worry about them as if they were our children, quite the conundrum.
Will keep him on the prayer list, love to Bur and Helen and the boys.
Valerie
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