I told you it would be a day full of laughter when my dad had surgery yesterday. My family, medication, and stress just don't mix together well. First, I am thankful that God brought dad through the surgery so well. He was sick at first and we didn't know if he was going to be able to come home, but we made it home around six, and he was doing great. When I went by to check on him after church last night, my mom was having to make him go back to bed. He wanted to be up because he was feeling so well. Here's a few pictures from our journey yesterday...
Landon stayed right by PawPaw and made sure he had everything he needed.
He was so concerned about PawPaw not feeling well.
He just wanted to hold his hand and talk to him.
Dad leaving for the OR...I'm still wondering why he thought it necessary to hum the Twilight theme as he was being wheeled off???
Mom's stressed, so the laughter begins...she's not hiding from the camera, she's just laughing so hard she had to cover her face to muffle the laughter.
We went to eat lunch, and came back to dad's room to w.a.i.t. (Notice the change of clothes on Landon? My OCD kicked in and couldn't stand his lunch showing on his clothes.)
Dad's back, and pretty much out of it! We could tell by the things he was saying and asking for. And for the record, my mother is once again laughing!
He was not happy about the food and drink of the doctor's choice!
He wanted mashed potatoes and gravy...Not this!!!
And I leave you with one last picture...proof that after all these years my parents still are in love with each other!