Aug 28, 2008
Aug 25, 2008
Here are Ian and I with another one of my favorite people, my grammy Stephens. Ian was able to come home with me this weekend for my brother's wedding, thanks to Steve and Mary's constant self-less-ness. I've been waiting for nearly two years for Ian to come home with me again and I loved every minute of it. He was able to meet a lot of my family for the first time. Even a few months ago, this wouldn't have been possible. And the more I think about this and look at this picture, the closer I get to crying so this is it for now.
Thank you always
Aug 20, 2008
I was reminded that we can't imagine God's beauty, or power, or holiness. It's better than what we can fathom. And the same is true for our future promises- they are better than we could create on our own.
Thank you always for praying
Aug 19, 2008
Aug 15, 2008
I think he enjoyed it. Swimming in that lake has been a regular activity on vacation, so I'm sure it brought back memories. The only down side was that we didn't quite prepare for the sun. He had to wear a fishing hat to keep the sun off of him. Poor Ian!
Thank you for your kindness in thinking of Ian and praying for him.
Aug 10, 2008
Aug 5, 2008
Aug 3, 2008
His "walking" was extremely labored and he apparently didn't do as well as when I went. Three adults were holding him up and moving his legs while I manned the wheelchair behind him. After that they stood him up on a handrail and for about 15-20 seconds he was bearing his own weight with the balance being supplied by the therapists.
When he got in the water, he had only a small "floatie" strapped to his back and water noodles under his arms to keep him afloat. They walked him in the water to get him used to the motion again of walking and they floated him on his back.
Later, they brought him to the side and encouraged me to try to get a reaction from him. Irritate him! That's what they told me to do. I can do that! When I did, they cheered me on. So I did it some more. After a short amount of time he was looking straight at me wide-eyed pushing my hand away, grabbing my hand and pushing it away and opening his mouth wide (as if to yell at me or bite me?). The therapists were thrilled. Their theory is that if he gets mad enough to react like that, he'll get mad and determined to get better...maybe to get back at me.
So, I've commenced Operation Irritation...pray for Ian!