I am a farm girl, married to my high school sweetheart. We grew up on farms 9 miles apart and went through 12 years of school together. I liked him in grade school, but it took until we were Juniors in high school to get him interested in me as more than a friend. I have never lived more than 10 miles from home, except in college, but have travelled as far as France, Germany and Switzerland. We live on our own farm and have raised three of our six kids. The last three are growing up fast.
Last month, several of us made unscheduled visits to MO when my folks were traveling and Dad ended up in the hospital with a double pulmonary embolism. Brother Marsh started the trend by flying down to the hospital the first few days, and was relieved of his duties by Son D. on the weekend. I flew down for a few days when D. left for home.
After treatment and release from the hospital, we transferred to Mom and Dad's friends Joe and Lonnie's hillside/lake view house for a week of recovery.
Dad was supposed to walk every day, but not alone for fear of bleeding in case of falls. Below you see how these kids of 58 years of marriage recuperate during one of his walks!
Later, Son J. drove down for a visit and picked me up to go home. After the full week was up, Sister Lissa flew down and drove them home. So good to have them back and healthy!