I Am Going To Post Like My Daughter Does
I am overflowing with blessings. December is ushered in with the vague memory that last year Fred was just coming home from Presbyterian, unable to walk or care for himself. We wheel-chaired him into our bedroom with hospital bed awaiting and hunkered down for the weeks it would take to recover from his 5-place pelvic break. My mom says that he experienced the breaks "...like a pruning, he was cut back but he came back stronger." Yup, today he is offroading at least once a month and sometimes two or three! On the home front, Jessica will be turning 23 next week. She has had a full semester and two of her classes have afforded her a creative outlet: art and singing. When I saw the charcoals that she is doing I was rewarded that the artistic gene from the Latapie side lively expresses itself. Last night we went to her class recital. I didn't know what she would sing. Her number was sandwiched evenly by classmates before and after. I recalled this type of recital from yea