We just got back from seeing my dad for Father’s Day. Mom decided we would meet at a buffet place halfway between us and them–it turned out it was close to where my niece plays ball so they all went straight to the ball game and we went home. It was good food but of course my sister was half-an-hour late. We gave Daddy a vanity plate that said “Buy American” on it for him to hang on his car so that tickled him. Then we drove back with our youngest and we gave Bob his gift–a Batarang pocketknife where the handle is a Batarang and you pop out blades on each side of the handle. So that made Bob happy.
I am so sleepy still from getting up and going to church early. I think when I finish this I will go back and take a nap and work on my BPHope blog post after dinner. My chest wall is still hurting–I think it’s holding tension again from me worrying about the kids. I hope we hear from them today. I’d like to talk to them again. I just want to know they are all right. I feel so beaten down right now, and there’s no reason for worry. God is in control, not me, and me worrying isn’t going to do anything to help them. Anyway. This is why I take Trileptal; so I don’t obsess. All I can do is keep praying.
SO I will go take my nap. Hope all the fathers and grandfathers have good Father’s Day celebrations.