It’s somewhere you want to go, want to stay. It’s a place of comfort and warmth, where you cozy up to the fireplace and eat a winter stew. No matter if you’ve been traveling the Greek islands or viewing art in Paris of Florence, home is a respite.
For Jim’s parents, who’ve spent 2 1/2 weeks living in a hospital room, home is a promise that will be fulfilled tomorrow. Our parents attribute the strength to get through a horrific car crash and surgery to the number of people who were praying for them. Entire churches (not even their denomination) have prayed for their recovery. I think it’s more on the strength of our parents, who were in the crash and survived, and still fight for recovery and will for several months before things get back to a new “normal.”
There will be other goals in the future but “home” is the first on the agenda. We love you, and will see you soon. Yours in good health and happiness, Dee
Cooking with Dee 
Leaving VM’s during the latter part of the week, but finally reached The Man Himself shortly after release from hosp last night…
(Needless to say it was a brief conversation since they were in Big D traffic)
I’m sure it’s a great relief to be Home At Last.
Yep, we’ve got the wood stove and a fire and a good chair to sit in nearby. But the stew will have to wait. With pain meds on board, it is prunes, cabbage, and bran flakes for now. Ha Ha
Thanks to all for the well wishes and the prayers. We really do believe God is in control and are grateful for the good people he has brought our way in the past 2 1/2 weeks.
We had caring nurses from India, Nigeria, Kenya and the good old USA. Others still come here for a better life. May it always be the land of opportunity.
Can we hold you to that “better life” theory when J starts watching O’Reilly again? And do you need a good lamp by J’s new chair by the wood stove so he can read his books? We can look for one in Denison next week if needed.
Oh, and you should know that many years ago California successfully re-named prunes as “dried plums.” Anything to make people like me forget horrific days at youth camp forced to eat prunes every day. D