It just occurred to me that Christmas is coming. Last year at this time I promised myself I'd cross stitch my grandson's stocking. That didn't happen. Since he was one I didn't figure he'd know the difference. This year he will. I probably should dig that out and take a look.
We had a wonderful week with my son, daughter-in-law and grandson and were so sorry to see them go. Rowan got to go to the lake for the first time. The plan was to play in the sand but he plunged right in to the water from head to toe. He also discovered the joys of digging with a stick and throwing rocks.
This week Nicole, Patrick and I are back in Phoenix for her Gamma Knife treatment. Keeping fingers crossed that it will be all up hill from here.