My little sister, Andrea, and her husband welcomed a new little boy today...in their home. I wish I'd had a home-birth, as it seems so much more peaceful and relaxing. I remember being happy, yet so exhausted when I had my girls in the hospital. Nurses would come and take my vitals just as soon as I would fall asleep. I thank God for healthy babies, and eventually I caught up on my sleep...Speaking of health...I wish my dad had better health. He didn't get to see the baby, yet...he has had a very difficult day, my mom said when I called them up. Hopefully they will go tomorrow. Dyskinesia is getting worse...so much so that Dad is balding because he moves his head back and forth so much. Parkinson's is really horrible. I think of it as the demons attacking him, because his soul is close to God...he loves the church so much and is very humble, not proud, of course he's not perfect, but compassionate, understanding and thinks of salvation . I will never forget when I was having the most trouble in my own life and he was so kind and positive, helped me more than he will ever know. This is the big brother, Isaac, who came over to our house for lunch and to play in the snow...and give his parents a little time to rest. The snow was lovely and great for making snowballs! We made vegetable soup and focaccia bread. I have renewed artisan breads every day by Peter Reinhart 3 times already...I love our library. Rob, Hannah and I are becoming expert bread bakers. Olivia loves to eat it.
I brought some of the focaccia over to Andrea and Wally, too. I am preparing another batch right now.
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