(the Sheriff today for Father’s day / Julie Cook / 2019)
(James currently at Children’s Hospital in Atlanta / 2019)
If you’ve ever had grandchildren, you most likely already know how quickly your
neat, orderly and tidy little world transforms when they are tiny, young and small.
Your life turns upside down while your heart grows both deep and wide.
(what was our family room)
(The Mayor’s new Woobooville office / Julie Cook / 2019)
You get tired, overwhelmed, happy, crazy and filled beyond measure…
You are not as young as you once were…the heightened momentum can leave you lagging.
Your stamina lessens, your bones and joints ache and as my husband loves to remind me,
“you’re no spring chicken anymore you know.”
The heck I’m not!!!
You work to keep up.
Chasing, running, scooping up, rocking, kissing, holding, feeding, cleaning, bathing
soothing…
Never stopping until they drop…
And then they look at you and smile or they kiss you, or they cling to you sobbing when
it’s time to leave, and your heart simply explodes…it nearly shatters from what can only be
explained as pure love…
because it is at these moments that you actually realize that this is all about
something so much more than yourself.
When you are the young parent(s), you are so busy living the day to day, getting everyone
through the day by day in one piece…working, living and surviving, you don’t have the time to actually
step outside of the moment and see it for what it is.
That’s the joy of becoming a grandparent…you have that ‘outside of the madness’ perspective
that shows you just how precious all of this really is…
That’s why you jump right in and roll up your sleeves.
And so it was…
For the past four days, our own world has been transformed.
We babysat, we enjoyed, we worked and then we celebrated Father’s day on many different levels…
And as the day waned and it was time to go, the tears began to flow.
And once they all returned back home, the call then came.
“His fever is high again, we’re going to the ER like they told us to do if it spiked again.”
And so I ask that you will please join our little family in prayers over our little James.
Prayers for healing from the lingering fever and infection.
As I type we are waiting on the cultures to return to determine if they keep him again.
We are praying they will send them back home.
It’s up in the air as to whether I will go or stay.
Happy Father’s Day to all and thank you for saying prayers for our little James.
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