Walking out to put the trash bins out on the street for weekly pickup and seeing the
light of evening against the side of I-95.

Flowers that have brightened my day, every day, for almost a week.

The amazing meals folks have quietly left at the door every day since Sherod got home that allowed us to eat well with a minimum of fuss in the busy past few days. How Sherod relished eating congealed salad and “pineapple-mandarin orange delight” and the DVD’s and popcorn that we will share with the girl Maria tonight.

The notes of encouragement I got this week.

And how each day, Sherod’s steps become more sure, he stands up straighter,
he walks longer, he gets stronger.

Happy Friday, friends, and thank you to everyone who has taken such good care of us this week. You know who you are and we love you.