Not even skipping a beat, and as if she didn't have enough to worry about carrying on at the homestead with my Dad and our three other children, my mom prepared a DELICIOUS dinner and brought it along with the usual Sunday dinner attendees (Ben and Olivia and little Cohen!)
We even procured permission to perform our own little sacrament meeting right at the foot of Lucy's hospital bed. Aunt Olivia gave the talk. It was on being a conqueror through trials. She told us that pressure and hard things turn a black lumpy rock into a diamond. She made me cry. It was perfect.
Warm brownies with no nuts (: for dessert.
And chubby baby cheeks to chew on for the cherry on top.
I was especially grateful to have a few moments with Seth and Hazel and Avery (so was Lucy). Perhaps my favorite picture of the week.
We've gathered a few new "family" members along the way, too. This is Dr. Z. He flies through the pre-op room signing a "Z" on the foot of his surgery patients. He's basically Zorro with mad sewing skills. How grateful we are for his know-how, diligence, and kindness. Here he is changing Lucy's dressing for the first time Monday morning. Ouch! It hurt, but it was good for Lucy to see her new leg all patched back together.
You guys, she's gonna have some rockin' scars!