He's Not Heavy, He's My Brother

We love it when the little boys (cousins) get together. Now Brayle, our oldest, can hold them all at the same time. In a few years that won't be the case. It would be even better if three year old Joshua could be here, too.

Here is a rare moment when they are all smiling and life is wonderful. I felt like singing, "He's not heavy, he's my brother.'

Henry Healing His Grandpa

Walking is one of the best activities, if one is recovering from heart surgery. Allan is doing it twice a day for fifteen to thirty minutes. On cold days he goes to his cousins big commercial greenhouse to walk. It is not only warm, but the fresh air is abundant. He loves to see the activity of the workers planting seedlings, replanting starts and filling big pots as they prepare for the spring rush.

When our grandchildren are visiting, such as little Henry, they take Grandpa walking around our cul-de-sac street of sixteen homes. Holding their tiny hands and being helped by them, is better medicine than one hundred pills.

It is just a matter of time, until he is healed and can thank our grand children for lending a hand.