It was fun…well, most of it. 
We actually had a really wonderful weekend… which I may chat more about later this week.
But to day
actually started out with my hubby taking a (planned) trip to the ER for x-rays.
The results? A broken hand.
His right one.
(Which, by the way, has been broken since Saturday.) Not good at all. Pray for him, please…it’s Tob’s busy time at work, and he’s feeling extra pressure to be productive because we’ll be on vacati
on all next week. Right now he has a temporary cast until he goes to see an orthopedic doctor later this week…then he’ll get the real deal. There’s some concern with the particular bone that he broke, so please pray for complete healing and patience for both of us.
Definitely NOT what we
were expecting, but nothing surprises God.
Moving on from the broken hand, though, we did have a good day.
We had a kind-of-last-minute lunch with some friends down the street we hadn’t seen for awhile. It was good to catch up a bit and eat probably the best burger I’ve had in months.
While Maelie was napping we played a little bocce ball, and Tobin managed to beat me left handed.
Well, then. I guess we know who reigns supreme in bocce world…even with a broken hand.
We headed across the street for a cookout with some friends (including some new ones :)) and it was a lot of fun. Maelie loved being the center of attention, probably a little too much.
Great food, yummy dessert, and just good to hang out with cool people.
Then we came home and ended up hanging out on our lit-by-white-Christmas-lights porch with our friends/neighbors Tim and Lex. Some good chatting…and some deep conversation.
Good stuff.
It really was a wonderful day.
Feeling very,
very blessed.
How did Tobin break his hand?
Well, he tells the story better than I do.
But he was using a power auger to dig fence post holes, and it hit a rock and jerked his hand/arm. Poor guy…no fun. 