May 8, 2017
Last week on our trip to Charlotte and Greensboro, Steve started getting sick the first day we were on the road. Despite his ailments, we had a lovely visit with his family, celebrating Vernie’s 83rd birthday.
Steve, as always, enjoying hanging out with his dad and two younger brothers.
I grabbed a photo of Ken reading my article in Angels on Earth. He was so complimentary and affirming. I am blessed that both my dad and my dad-in-law have spent a lifetime encouraging me in my writing.
Is this not a beautiful photo of my parents-in-law? I so admire their relationship and the love and respect and laughter that shine between them. They are a treasure.
As soon as Steve and I got to Greensboro for our denomination’s annual conference, he went to an Urgent Care for a diagnosis and meds. He ended up spending the whole conference in the hotel room while I went out on my own to the meetings. Happily, it was a lovely hotel to be sick in.
A few hours after we got home Saturday afternoon, Sarah started to feel weak, dizzy, feverish and had an upset stomach out of the blue. (She is feeling better now.)
And so when Sunday morning rolled around?
Even though I still had some laryngitis and a lingering cough, I was the healthiest Smith available and therefore, I was the last Smith standing.
I headed out to church leaving the Sickly Smiths to comfort one another. (Fortunately for them, Nurse Summer was on duty in my stead.)
We all need to work on getting better quickly because this week is a special one in the Smith House. On Saturday, Steve is turning SIXTY!
I am inviting the church to attend a party in Steve’s honor and so, as you can imagine, my days are awash with a thousand or two details. The theme of the party is vintage cars and planes in honor of the Vintage Dude. You can be sure I’ll take plenty of pictures to share with you.
And by the way, if you would like to share something with Steve for his birthday, maybe a word of affirmation or something you appreciate about him, feel free to do so this week in the comments.
This is the last Smith standing . . . signing off.
Thrift stores, fuzzy socks
and conversing with my Yorkie are all on the list of things I love.