A Touch Of Irony And Gratefulness

Before heading off to the office, Timothy and I got into a little wrestlin' match on the bed. As a result of the battle, Timothy fell back on the mattress and grumbled, "Ouch, my back."

Apparently Timothy landed on a toy ambulance he had brought with him to our match (which I'm convinced he was hiding as a secret weapon). Without delay, he rolled over, popped to his feet and pounced . . .

As I took hold of Timothy's leg to launch an all out tickle assault . . . my thoughts took hold of Timothy's comment.

"Ouch, my back."

Oh the irony. It was one year ago today that Timothy had the first of two spinal surgeries.

As I recall, THAT resulted in a big, "Ouch, my back!"

"Ouch, my back." Not only did I detected a touch of irony in his words, but I sensed a touch of gratefulness in my heart.

Thank you, Father, for where we were . . . where we are . . . and for being with us along the way.

(Below: A year ago . . . and a few days ago)