I’ve been to visit my father every single day he has been in the hospital save one. When you see someone every single day, it’s hard to measure their progress unless you take a step back and remember where they came from. Today as I sat eating lunch with my dad, I reflected over the past several weeks. If you had asked me two weeks ago about him, I probably would have mumbled through tears that I didn’t think he’d be coming home. But that was then and this is now. He has made tremendous progress and I think he only has to hit a couple more milestones before they will discharge him… I can’t tell you how excited that makes me, as once again we are seeing tangible answers to prayer!
I promised Tim I would go on a job site tomorrow morning with him. I’m not really sure what I’ve signed myself up for, except that we will be leaving the house at 5:30 am, and that sounds horrible, so good night!