We spent a wonderful Easter weekend together with family. My two daughters both spent time with us, and my grandson, Nolan, who just turned 18 months. He brought a belated birthday gift with him — a cast print that he had made of his hand in daycare. I couldn’t have received anything I’d treasure more.
And as Fate usually throws a curve ball, tempering all that good with bad, my Dad went to hospital this morning, having trouble breathing. My Mom will call me when she knows something, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed it’s any one of the nasty strains of bugs going around and not something more serious.
I hope everyone had wonderful Easter weekends. And I’ll be spending some time catching up on my blog reading today.
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Update: The doctor feels my Dad may have had a slight asthma attack as all other tests were fine. He sent him home with an inhaler in case it should happen again, so we are greatly relieved. Thanks so much for your concern and good wishes.