I’m home again. Today my legs feel as if I’ve run a 5K. My neck hurts and I have no energy at all. I spent the entire day on the sofa, watching West Wing, Season 3.
Even as I type this I can barely keep my eyes open. When I stand up, the room begins to spin. I’m so over it. Hate to miss work again tomorrow but it may be in the cards that an entire week is lost.
Anita had this about a month ago and she missed nearly two weeks but she also had a cough and sore throat. At least I missed that part of it.
So, in place of a daily picture, I thought I’d show one of my favorites from the past. This picture was taken of my son, Ben. He was about 12 years old at the time and went off to camp for a week. As parents often do, we worried about him. We hoped he would not be too home sick. We prayed that God would touch his tender heart and bring peace into his fragile, teen-plagued world. THIS is the picture we found on the camp’s web site.
Our son, the warrior, preparing to enter into battle in the massive flour war of 2007. Even now, his war cry can be heard. I’m not sure who won the battle. I believe we had to throw away the clothes.
But it was worth every penny spent, every moment of worry, every lost hour of sleep to see this picture. It was classic Ben.
