761.) We laughed until her face hurt
we laughed at something just a little funny, and then we laughed at something silly and then we laughed more. . . and then we laughed at laughing.
And it just got funner from there.
It was the best.
It felt so good laughing with her like that.
It felt so good I held on to it for days because, I couldn’t post it. Sometimes when that happens I move on and post something else or not at all. But this time, I had to go back and count the gifts to see what number it would be.
I’ve been counted and keeping list of the blessings putting them on anything I could find at times: this blog, my phone, paper, notebooks. There are many times I count them lazy in my head and keep them there and then forget.
This one was different. It has to be remembered and shared.
The Eucharisteo just keeps coming and I rejoice in my times with her. To think of what could have been keeps me counting the days.
She grows tired of it all, and tells me. . . I’m leading the life of an old person . . . outings only to the doctors and the grocery store. And then she says, there are those big trips I say I like: out of town and over night to yet another hospital.
I laugh when I hear this.
I laugh because she’s kind of right. But, I don’t care.
I tell her. . . I’ll travel for a good lunch.
and she knows it’s true.
the girl who loves to dance breaking out in dance anytime, anywhere.
good doctors report
brothers & sisters home talking about silly things
medications that heal
Fisherman fixed that a broken car. . . I had know doubt
paying it forward
chocolate surprises in the mail
morning sunlight in the woods
brothers helping each other
the dancing girl is such a reader . . . makes my job easier
warm beautiful days
running in cool rain
he works so hard