Hmmm. Another gray. I can't help but wish it worked exactly the same way for hair as it does for those leaves. Can you imagine? The older we get, the brighter we look with brilliant reds, golden blonds, and chestnut browns that don't have to come from a bottle? Sigh. No more time for wishing. I hear Micah singing his morning songs and Seth is begging for french toast.
"Easy does it.... it's okay-okay-okay-okay... there." This is our routine cheer for any change of position Micah has to make. It is getting smoother every time and his muscles are tolerating more and more. We can back off a smidge from pain meds, too. What a blessing!
Tummies are full and it has been a few hours. I'm sitting beside him on the couch. "It's alright. I won't let you fall." Ease slooooowly away aaaaaaannnd... He sits, teetering at the edge with his feet on the floor all by himself! I get a little misty eyed at the sight of him sitting tall and proud for the moment, no cast, no wheelchair. Wait. Micah's feet reach the floor? Seth walks over with a question. I notice his pants are flooding a bit. I think I blinked and he grew taller. Maybe next week we can size him up for some new ones.
Two Greene beans, shooting up so quickly. Aw, who cares about the gray? I'm looking forward to this next season of life... and maybe a trip to the salon for some highlights, too!






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