My husband is hopping (yes, hopping) for a healing....

And maybe cruisin' for a bruisin'!

He just had major foot surgery, and I'm waiting on him hand and--you got it--so that he won't have to move around too much on those crutches and put his weight down on that foot-- {{{shudder!}}}

Do you remember when you were a kid and you got sick and started feeling better--maybe got a little rambunctious and Mom said, "You're going to school tomorrow"?

Yesterday I entered the kitchen to find dh leaving it, both crutches in one hand, his full coffee mug in the other, enroute to his comfy nest in the family room--hopping.

Please pray for both of us~

PS, whoops, he says he was not carrying a coffee mug. Okay. He turned from the coffee pot and hopped off into the sunset. I mean family room. So I just assumed. My bad. But today, he walked with his crutches across some base-ball-size rocks in the garden. If he had turned one rock and--*sigh* See what I mean? I just don't want him to lose his balance and hurt himself.

LOL, wish *I* could go to school tomorrow! ( Full exclamation point warranted.) Lord, send us an angel. : )