We are beyond thrilled and grateful to God that Daddy received a good report at his three-month follow-up visit on Monday. His ankle is healing properly and he can move to the next phase of his recovery—learning to walk again—which will be the longest and most painful phase yet, but we remain hopeful.
Therapy will play a part, and all Daddy can do is try to get stronger each day. We pray he will be encouraged to give it his all. This is the time when many people with similar injuries give up. The pain is great and the road seems endless, but if anybody can do it, my daddy can. He's a trooper and he has great faith in God.
Thanks again for your continued prayers. They mean so much!
At the moment, The Man and I are home, and, if things go well, we should be able to ease back into our normal routine soon. We still have Cloud Nine to remove from Dad’s property, and that will happen during our next trip over one day next week, Lord willing. (We have yet to unload it from our November trip to Branson, so that'll be lotsa fun.)
In the meantime, Diesel sure did enjoy yesterday’s amazing weather, and I think I’ll step outside now and inhale this heavenly day that God has granted us here in Southeast Texas. It’s a brilliant 70°, blue skies from here to yon. Cooler temps move in tomorrow, but for now, Woo-Hoo! (Can you tell I'm pumped?)
Thanks, dear friends, for stopping by and keeping me company. That's not just a line; that's from my heart. You’re always welcome here.