Thankful

My father turned 80 this past Easter Sunday! His sister told him that he was 14 years old the last time his birthday fell on Easter Sunday, and that it would be something like another 50 years before it happened again! My brothers and sisters, and their children all descended upon their small retirement patio home to help him celebrate. And while we were were hard pressed to all fit in that small space, some of us spilling out into the little courtyard area outside to eat, I am so thankful to have been able to be there to celebrate!

Isn't he just the cutest?



I am truly grateful that he is still here with us ~ he is just recovered from bladder surgery. The doc said he got it all, and yes, it was cancer. He will continue to be monitored for recurrence on a regular basis, as is typical. As soon as we had travelled the 2-1/2 hour ride back home, I found myself still missing my parents intensely. As a matter of fact, I miss living closer to all my brothers and sisters and their families. If I won the lottery, I would buy a large farm, out in the country (but not too far out), and build a family compound. We'd have horses (DH continually talks about wanting a horse), and a huge vegetable and flower garden, and of course a woodworking shoppe for the boys, and a craft/quilting studio for the gals! One can always dream...