Our youngest daughter, our son-in-law, and the three grandchildren (plus Grandpa, of course) all posed for our annual “Knee-High by the Fourth of July” calendar photo last evening.
Then we all headed off to watch the
Of course fireworks are always beautiful…massive showers of sparkling lights hurtled to the heavens, drowning out the stars…but not the waxing Gibbous moon.
Before we headed down to join the masses watching roaring darkness…
Boomer went with me to do my evening chores. This is the first time he truly smiled since his illness. I’m holding my breath in this space-in-time; following the last few days of fear, illness and extreme worry I pray we don’t have a relapse.
He still has coughing jags, but he is eating and drinking and eliminating. His tail wags, he is walking around, asks to ride with me on the four-wheeler…and now Smiles!
Once more thank you so much (each and everyone of you) for your support and strength through out all this.