My Dad's Birthday

I had such a lovely few hours celebrating my Dad's birthday. He is 88 today. I don't think he ever wanted to be 88. I'm quite certain he never wanted to be in a wheelchair some day. But he did both with real class. He pulled himself together and we went up the canyon with Aunt Beth, Shirlene and Aleana and of course, Mom. We had Subway sandwiches. He did a fine job putting his away. I was prepared to build a fire, but it just seemed fine sitting at the picnic table. We were close to the water and it was just a pleasant time. Dad was perkier than I've seen him in a very long time. This was a joyful blessing to be sure.

On the other side of the spectrum is the sad news that Tommy has filed divorce papers. I haven't heard from Stephanie, and keep expecting a phone call. This is going to be hard to handle. I was extremely blessed though that I was able to sleep last night. The Lord does watch after me.

And somewhere in the middle is the fact that we put earnest money on a condo for Mom to live in. It's a nice place. Aunt Beth saw it and was quite pleased. In looking, we made it seem much more doable by having mom sleep in the 2nd bedroom as opposed to the big master bedroom with a bathroom that is huge. When we talked about her sleeping in the smaller area, all of a sudden it became a reasonable size. Blessings abound.