Last weekend Daddy was on call. He and I agree it was possibly the busiest call weekend he has had in four years. Between 6am Friday and 8pm Sunday, he was home only nine hours...and his pager was going off quite frequently even then.
Unfortunately, he will be on call again this week from Thursday to Sunday--and for the record, there are typically A LOT of gall bladder attacks resulting in surgery after hearty Thanksgiving dinners.
The sole objective of this weekend has been to make up for lost time. After church this afternoon we enjoyed glorious Fall temperatures by playing in our neighbors' wonderful tree swing.
I take such joy in watching my children enjoy simple playthings that I remember delighting in as a child.
As Perri said in response to my previous post, these ARE our good ole days!