returning to "normal..."

we're beginning to remember what normal looks like. it looks a little like Dennis studying and Max looking on. how cute are they? you'll notice "the shack" on the table next to them. i read it pretty quickly, and am considering a re-read. because it can't possibly be theologically true.  more on that in a later blog, i'm sure.

but we're re-learning that normal means that every phone call is NOT necessarily bad news. and that healing happens. 

what's not normal? well, i get to talk to my dad now...really talk to him. before this nasty illness came into our lives, my dad wasn't really a PHONE person. to be honest, he wasn't really a talking person. not deep, anyway. we're learning to talk deeply. i'm not going to get all morbid and say that we all wonder if it will be the last conversation. it's not that at all. we just appreciate life a little more. and we're beginning to learn to be a one-dog family. although i'm pretty sure we were never meant for that. but max is pretty thrilled to get walked every night. and my cardiovascular system is thankful for that :)

thank you for your prayers and conversations over the past few weeks. it's meant the world to us that you would journey alongside us as we return to normal.