Sunday

The day went pretty well, not much to report. He was pretty sleepy, but relaxed for most of the day. The x-ray of his chest this morning was a little better than they expected, thank God. So hopefully the pneumonia is on its way out and not worsening. He still has some episodes of anxiety, but for the most part he was pretty calm and peaceful. He also got to spend some time with his brothers this afternoon, so that was neat. And the Bears are going to the Superbowl, so that's neat too.

Dad also had a surprise visit from Susan and Lynn, two of his nurses from upstairs in the spinal cord unit. They didn't have any medical reason for visiting...they just missed Pops! How sweet is that? It warms our hearts to know they really like him up there...and miss him now that he's back in the ICU. We even heard a rumor that the nurses fight over who gets to take care of him. They really do love him...and they don't even know him at his best...our hope is that someday they will!

One sweet moment was when mom asked if he knew God was with him. Right away he replied, "He's holding my hand right now." We've been praying so hard that he would feel peace, I thank God for answered prayer and for holding dad's hand through this. What reassurance. What peace. What answered prayer. Thank you Lord.

And thanks to the mystery plower who cleared our driveway. So sweet to feel God's love through His faithful servants...