Here's a happy shot of Eric taken at church yesterday by the pastor's wife with her cell phone.
I find it interesting how the past three months have taught me to value little things in life that prior to that I probably took for granted. Not surprisingly, most of these things revolve around home. Things like tucking my children into their own beds. Riding my bike. Grocery shopping and running into friends in the store. Relatively quiet nights. Watering plants. Sitting down together as a family for meals. Petting my cats. Showering in my own bathroom, doing laundry in my own utility room, sitting on my own couch, walking to my mailbox at the end of my driveway. You get the picture. I've learned that the security and sanctuary of home isn't necessarily a given, that circumstance and necessity (illnesses, natural disasters, life obligations, etc.) can take home away, either temporarily or permanently. After the past three months, I don't see things the same way. I'm more appreciative and thankful for the seemingly mundane. And so glad to be home.
Eric's post-PT Sonic snack . . . A chili cheese coney with jalapenos and a grape limeade.