...at least for the most part. For the sake of getting caught up, I'm just going to give you the basics. If you want the deets on anything, all you have to do is ask.
* While I was still in Idaho, my whole entire family came to visit. That's 14 adults and 12 grandchildren. It was insanity. I loved it. What I
didn't love was that my recovering feet kept me from entertaining the children in my normal fashion (fortunately, the kids seemed to understand that it was just my
shoes that were making me so boring, not that I had actually become boring myself). David picked up the slack for me with the kids, because he's cool like that.
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I was looking at the Idaho pictures and had to put it on pause. Emily's bag says "twilight" on it. hahhhh. You gotta love that.
Abby, that makes me so sad your car fell apart just when you needed it most. :( I'm glad you have good friends who are so helpful.
I noticed the exact same thing, Dana!! hahahaha. Sounds like your exciting life is picking right back up, although I am still awaiting another big announcement...
Ditto for me on the announcement! No pressure though. I was happy to see you posted. I've missed you! Glad to see your feet are healing so well.
The feet really do look good. You're over the hump now, but your doctor sounds like an ogre for making you do all that inconvenient stuff. Oh well, you know what they say:
Mark 6:4.
I love you anyway,
Dad
Loved seeing Desmond. Wondered about the car. Did you get what you wanted? Really appreciated seeing our wandering son (or is that wondering? I'm never sure if I wonder as I wander).
John
Don't worry, Dad. Those restrictions I was talking about are all self-inflicted, no bashing or complaining intended for the doc who surely has my best interests in mind. I know it seems like I like to push my limits, but I'm always extra-aware of how my feet feel. (Sometimes I feel like I'm developing a complex for how often I think about my feet!) Which is why I'm not running yet - I just don't think the little guys are ready.
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