We don't know exactly what is going to happen or when, so we decided that I would fly home last night in order to continue with my work studies and Chris would stay a few more days to help support his family. These situations are so difficult. It's difficult as the wife to see your husband and his family in such distress, but I can tell prayers have been coming our way. God has a way of blessing us with grace and strength during these times. After I typed this post up yesterday Chris called to say that his grandfather has made significant improvement since I left. They are looking into options for rehab since he has passed the swallow test!
We haven't been back to Huntsville since October when we sold our house, and even though the circumstances aren't the best, all the feelings of why I loved the city rushed back to me as we drove down 565. There are rolling hills and rockets, laughable "traffic", and incredible restaurants. I'm thankful for the gentle reminder that we are always welcome in Huntsville.
|It sucks to hang out in the hospital, but this view was incredible.|
|We took a break by riding on the monorail tram with Chris's grandma, Kay.|
|I had to snap this photo when I saw "like father, like son." These two crack me up.|
|Like I said, can't get enough of the rockets!|