Unfortunately, it quickly became apparent that hikes with new bifocals can be treacherous.... the steps got me. Michael walked back to the campsite and brought the van to retrieve me. I settled in with ibuprofen and ice, while the kids continued their hike and he ran a couple of errands in preparation to moving.I had a bit of crying jag and realized it is because I so desperately want to make a zillion fun, family memories in face of Michael's recent "transition diagnosis." Then I realized - this is our LIFE. If we miss this hiking trail, or this evening of s'mores - there will be plenty more. We are not camping.
"This is our life. We are not camping." There is an awful lot in that statement, isn't there?
I hope your ankle is better very soon.
I learned, having haD progressives for over 10 yrs, to always bend my head down to look through the distance part of the lens going down stairs and almost always use a handrail.
Hope the ankle recovers quickly
LOVE your statement "we're not camping"..... perfect. Bet you will understand the feelings of any and all those who make such living arrangements as you... down the road.
praying for healing on all fronts AND for your ministries up coming. l/p mom t.
Bend your head, point your nose where you want to look. I'm learning all sorts of new tricks!
Thanks for the prayers, Mom.
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