Yesterday we got a call from my funny relatives. It took a minute to realize I wasn't talking to a frat party. It was the annual steak fry, hosted by my brother Gene and his wife Dar. They had a few drinks before calling us. As always the joy of laughter entered my heart with all the love of a proud family member. They missed us enough to call, even though it was hard to hear, and the steaks were delivered to the table. We are loved, but what they don't know is the love we have for them.
The only question I have is why are they more interested in John? It was just major surgery, humm. I guess it's not all about me. Oh well, there was enough love to share. I love my family. They are and always will be the best thing God gave me.
As always, God Bless those who travel through my little blog.