Day 56 June 5th
Good morning. Friday, there was a wedding at the transplant house. Rumor has it that the bride's mother is staying here after lung transplant (the trickiest transplant of all) and they didn't want her to miss the wedding. Isn't that neat? I caught a glimpse of the groomsmen, but not the bride or bridesmaids. We couldn't wait, I had to make sure Amy saw the HiVee grocery store.
Saturday, Amy and I went to dinner at Dooley's (best hamburgers ever) to celebrate her 21st birthday (which is tomorrow). Going out to eat in Rochester is a bit different. No one reacts when you are wearing a mask (I have to for 6 months), ask for seating away from other people, take out wipes and clean the table and request a ton of substitutions or changes from the menu.
Amy and I had a great 12 days. She brought games which we played while having root beer floats, just like we did on summer nights when the kids were younger. She is an amazing young woman and we had a special time together.
Today, my friend Kerry comes to help. We have been friends since we were in our early 20's (clearly over a decade). Be well.
Oh, how fun, a wedding! What a nice gesture, to hold it there for the mother's benefit. If the bride's mom *is* staying there, you'll probably meet her soon enough; no doubt, she'll have photos to share. :)
ReplyDeleteIt's terrific that the restaurant personnel there are so understanding and accommodating.
It sounds like you and Amy have had a wonderful time together. I'm glad that this time has been special for both of you; that kind of closeness is truly a gift.
Happy 21st birthday to Amy! Gee, how time flies; it seems like only yesterday that she was a little girl. I have been privileged to watch Amy and Matt grow into fine young adults.
-- Teresa
It is so wonderful to see what our children can group up to be. Time in a bottle moments for sure. But somehow I feel that you and Jim will have many of these moments in the years ahead. And the kids will grow up even better for having had them.
ReplyDeleteLove to all of you,
Muriel