Stubbs
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It sure is and when his daddy got home he had to show him of course it made me smile more of how proud my son was!
Actually yesterday I had a big smile on my face. My ADHD child could nev stay focused to learn how to ride his bike. Now he on meds, yesterday he learned how to ride his bike.
I couldn't help but smile last night during a post Stanley Cup game phone conversation with my Dad. For those of you who may not know, he ended up back in the hospital with 4 different strains of infection in his lungs and "little chance". Of course my stubborn father proved them wrong and between his will and the antibiotic "cocktail" they gave him, after 2 weeks he was transferred to a convalescent care facility for rehabilitation. He is improving leaps and bounds every day and is more like the father I knew 10 years ago than the one who is battling many health concerns at once.
Anyway, we briefly chatted about the game and he said the care aid came in with 10 minutes left in the game and said it was time to get washed up for bed (around 8 pm). His reply: You've Got To Be KIDDING!". She doesn't know hockey nor the importance of your team being in the first game of the Stanley Cup Final! She gave him an extra half hour! I asked him what would have happened if it had gone into overtime (only goal scored with 18.5 seconds left). He replied that he would have turned it back on when she shut the door.
I'm so glad my Dad is coming back to me!
Oh Yeah, in honour of my team, my smiles will all be Mr. Green for the duration of the series! If you don't get it, ask Frank
That I didn't have to say good-bye to Roz (my 11-yr. old Saint Bernard) yesterday. And that she was HERE today and talking to me (don't get me started on the conversations we have). Everytime I've looked at her today, I've smiled. And, watching her feet run in her sleep right now--that's making me smile, too. I think I've probably smiled since 4:00 p.m. yesterday--even in my sleep. We always want that "one more day." I'll take every minute.
No--sorry, the reprieve didn't make me smile--it made me do the happy dance.
Woo-hoo! Doing the happy dance for you and for your Dad! That's fantastic!
Aww, Bucky, thanks! I wasn't looking at it that way when I first read your post - I was thinking 7 games? Is he crazy? But yes, I hope it does for his sake as well! He walked halfway down the hall with a walker today during his physio session and was only slightly winded. That is much better than before he went into the hospital.
What a boy. I have several like that and boy I know how proud you are.My 9 year old grandson Josh and I stopped at our local farmers food stand this morning and I got some cucumbers and an onion called a candy onion. (never heard of this before, the lady says that it is a sweet onion). Well, anyway, Josh had figured out how much it was going to cost before the lady could say. She gave him a big smile and said that when he grew up she would have a job for him.