Daddy is not as young as he thinks he is...

In July my Daddy went on a mission trip with some of the youth from the church. When he left he was a happy leg-shaving, bike-riding active 39 year old man who thought that he could drink from the fountain of youth by hanging around a bunch of teenagers.

During the work camp Daddy tried to play basketball with the youth. If you know my Daddy or my uncle Randy all that they ever did as kids was practice layups. Well, to hear Daddy tell the story, he drove to the paint and jumped up for a powerful score when all of a sudden there was a deafening popping sound after which Daddy fell to the ground. I don't know what the big deal is. I fall down all the time and my diaper serves as a nice cushion.

Well, come to find out, Daddy tore his Anterior Cruciate Ligament and had to have surgery so that someday he can teach me to ski and ride a bike and continue taking me hiking. On the morning of August 27 Daddy posed for his last picture before the surgery. He looks happy to me.

When I got home from daycare that day Daddy didn't look so good. He had funny socks covering his whole leg, a big blue tube connected to an ice cooler and he talked funny and was very sleepy. And so I did my very best to entertain Daddy for the two weeks that our family virtually lived in Mommy and Daddy's bedroom. Speaking of Mommy, God bless her!I did lots of things to entertain Daddy: I crawled on him and slept on him and watched his leg moving machine. It was a lot of fun!I also tried to encourage Daddy by eating some ice cream--Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia! Man, that stuff is good; I don't know why we don't eat that for every meal.
I have also tried to serve as an inspiration to Daddy by showing him how easy it is to stand up and move around and bend the knee is as many ways as possible. I sure hope he gets better soon.