Ryan’s been doing really well these past few weeks. All vitals are right where they need to be. He’s making my job really easy. Y’all should enjoy your jobs as much as I do. Okay, mine’s not really a job. It’s getting to hang out with my son every day. My commute is about 100 feet from my bedroom to his. With traffic the way it is these days, I’m grateful I’m not having to fight it. We watch TV, listen to music, read, relax, sleep, talk (I do most of the talking…so what else is new?), eat…and pretty much anything we want.

Now, if God will restore him to brand new, we can run, dance, shoot pool, swim and do all sorts of physical activities. Eh, who am I kidding? If/when he’s completely restored, he’ll want to get as far away from me as he can. He’ll want to hang out with his friends. Can’t say that I blame him. And, that’s quite alright with me…

Lord, Please heal my son now. I will be forever grateful. Amen