This morning, I got up early to drive Kathy to the airport. She’s traveling to Minnesota to be with her Mom and to care for her Dad, who is very sick, being treated at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester.
We’ve been praying and praying, and Kathy has been teary-eyed as she thinks about the uncertain future and her Dad’s health. It has been a sober and serious time for our whole family.
Sometimes I am amazed at God and how he brings joy and laughter into our lives, even at the darkest of times. This was one of those times.
Joshua wins this round in the Great Sock War.
Rachel and Joshua went off to Winter Camp with the youth from our church … clearly, I should have watched them more closely as they were packing, yesterday afternoon. Although Joshua’s feet are bigger than mine, he takes great delight in stealing my socks (probably because I don’t run around outside sock-footed, and so mine aren’t all stained and hole-y.)
You have to wonder at the mindset of a boy who takes the time to write a note like that. I especially enjoyed the underline in his text:
I Took Your Socks. I’m Not Sorry.
To think that people say I’m the quirky one!
He’s a strange duck, that boy. Of course, that leaves the whole weekend in which I have free run of his room … bwahahahaha!