(An email from Lucia to our small group about her mom having a mini-stroke on Monday evening.)
Thank you all for your messages of support and prayer. I took the kids to my parents house for the afternoon to spend some time with my Mom. Amazingly she shows no signs of a stroke. She is mentally alert and shows no sign of any gaps and physical had no signs that anything had happened.
It is very kind of God for the reminder that either she or my Father could pass away at any time although they are in good health. I am grateful for the time spent with her. Even though it has been an emotional roller coaster for me today and thus tiring, I am grateful for the opportunity to express my love for her and give our kids yet another memory with Grandma.
That memory will be cemented in their minds as both Tristen and Haydn were stung by yellow jackets. Tristen in the knee but Haydn in the lip. Haydn’s lip was probably three times the normal size and he had the cheeks of a chipmunk storing away nuts for the winter! Thankfully they are both doing fine.
So glad we can walk through life together supporting each other in the unexpected events of life as well as the mundane.
Look forward to seeing you Sunday!
Last week we went with some friends to Lake Marion, SC. It is east of Columbia, right in the middle of the state. It’s in Clarendon County, which is one of the poorest counties in the state. It looked that way. Lake Marion is a manmade lake. It was hulled out circa WW2. There are still stumps on the lake from way back when.
My friends had a very nice lakefront home. It was spacious and we enjoyed time with them and their kids. They were very generous to us. Per usual, it takes me about a day to unwind. I did and it was great to lounge around and do nothing.
The kids did not get water-logged. I’m not sure why not. They spent more time in the lake than out of it. I think that is a literal statement. They jumped, dove, swam, dug, paddled, fished, and pushed the whole time they were there. At one point I took several of them across the lake in a paddle boat. That was dumb.
About halfway I realized it was a long way, but pride kicked in and I determined I was going to go all the way across that lake. We did and then paddled back. That was a lot of paddling.
Another amazing factoid was that my children could get up without provocation, very early in the morning. Tristen even got up to go “paddle boat fishing” with Hannah, our friend’s oldest child. Their endurance and initiative was amazing. I can’t wait for school to start to see some more of their unprompted willingness.