In Florida...

Almost as quickly as Christmas came, it was gone. The taking down of Christmas, unlike the putting up, always comes with little fanfare and even less help. As Wade and I quietly took the tree down while the kids were back in school, we discussed a post-Christmas fall that my sweet grandmother took and whether I should fly out to Florida, to aide in her recovery. In her 90's, this is her second hip fracture in three years and I flew immediatey back the last time she fell to assist with her long, painful recovery.

After talking through all of it with Wade and the kids, I made the prayerful decision to fly to Florida with my mom to help with my grandma's painful journey.  With underlying cardiac issues, there was initial concern that my grandma would not actually make it through the grueling recovery process. My mom needed to be with her mom and with my dad no longer here to travel with her, I felt it was best for me to step up and assist both my mom and her mom.

We flew into Tampa a week ago today. We have a hotel on the beach in Clearwater...just 10 minutes from the hospital. We wake up each morning to the splashing waves, looking out at the beautiful water in the gulf before heading into the hospital for very long days, spent encouraging my grandma. She has made huge strides in her recovery thus far and I am so proud of her courage as she pushes herself through the painful, twice-daily physical therapy. 

Here's a photo of my mom with her mom, my sweet grandma Love.

And one with me and my precious grandma, whom I love so very much...

Although I miss my family terribly, am missing Colton's 10th birthday TODAY and am missing Audra's softball team playing in CA this weekend, I know that I am right where God wants me to be. I am blessed to be here! I'm praying that my grandma continues to improve and that my final four days here will be a blessing to her.