Family

I have gained an increased appreciation for my family during the last month of dealing with an infected knee. Our daughter lives a mile away, and she has been helping my wife and me while I’m not a hundred percent. Our oldest son who lives thirty miles away, came down the first two weekends after I was released from the hospital to assist me. Our second son who lives in Iowa is here this week helping with some needed house repairs and errands. And now that I’m driving again, I’m picking up our six-year-old grandson at school each weekday afternoon. Seeing him come running out of school and telling me the things he’s doing keeps a smile on my face.