Monday, July 27th
We unexpectedly found ourselves kidless so we set out on a dinner date. Rocco and Renna spent two nights with family friends at their campground.
Tuesday, July 28th
His mama sent a pic of him with his beloved giraffe in his new giraffe jams.
Wednesday, July 29th
Thursday, July 30th
I think this was his last bounce. He'd rather be sitting on the floor with toys now.
It's so unbelievable, yet all so normal to us after twelve years. Lisa's call determined that because of some slightly detectable new growth, it was time to start chemo again after a glorious year and a half break! I just shook my head like, "Well....we know what to do. Here we go......" It's crazy how desensitized I've become to parts of the story AND how utterly sickening, sad, and devastating it all is. All we know to do is keep walking forward, ever grateful for whatever time God gifts us. Round #48- absolutely nutty! Lisa's courage and resolve is unmatched.
And because we can hold two things at the same time AND because God is so gracious and kind, Lisa would also learn on this day that her grand baby due in December is.....a BOY!
Lil hosted Girls' Night Out. It was so very sweet and she is just so gifted at hosting. Meg and Lil were so patient to listen to our stuff. We all have each other's backs, and that is a gift.
The sweetest one-sock boy.
Fridays with Maymee.
He made it! So excited for him and his week ahead.
Friday, July 31st
A very foggy morning walk.
After Bo got picked up, I made my way to Jack and Avery's brand new-to-them house. It's perfect!
I did what I could to help unpack the kitchen. Thankfully, there were quite a few hands working together to get the move done.
Saturday, Aug. 1st
I went back to Jack and Avery's to do some yard work. Nice, hot, sweaty weeding and hedge-trimming. So when Lisa said, Ame, do you want to go with me to the dump?', I said, "Sure."
We bumped along in the truck, happy to be together chatting away in the AC. It wasn't until we stopped at the Lake house to "load up" what was there that I was like, "Wait a second...the two Grammas were elected to do the dump run?"
No offense, and she'd say it herself, but Lis was gonna be no help. So I hauled and heaved and pushed the pile for the dump onto what was already in the truck, and we were off again.
Only when the man at the dump asked, "What do you have?" did we look back and realize what we (the two Grammas) were tasked to do. Dude!!! Actual furniture. A weight bench. Rolls of nasty carpet. So Lisa coached me on the best way to shimmy and leverage and flip and eventually, the job was done. I was a sight. Hair in every direction, dripping sweat. Hedge clipping stuck to my neck and shoulders. But we had laughed through the entire event, determined to rise to the challenge. We laughed all the way back to Vernon wishing Renna had been along to vlog it all, because WOW. As we bumped along in the truck back to the house I thought, I'm going to remember this day with Lisa for the rest of my life.
...and that's how a dump run became a treasured gift.
Sunday, Aug. 2nd
On a bit of a whim, Rocco decided to attend a week of Word of Life's camp with Trevor. He literally registered the day before and decided logistically it made the most sense to drive himself up and back. Up until this, he'd only done up to 30 minute trips. Three hours and 15 minutes had me nervous, but I knew he could do it. I gassed him up, lectured him about safety, gave him the best halfway spot to stop, hugged him tight, and waved goodbye. Then I got in my car and cried. Just another super obvious signal that my "kids" are quickly becoming NOT kids, and I know it's all good and how it's supposed to be, but I don't always love it.
