These were taken on my way home from a funeral in Shackelfords on Friday.
The sky was ominous--dark and foreboding-- but everything else was filled with life.
Today is my son's 17th birthday. Due to a condition known as pectus excavatum, a birth defect that causes the chest cavity to grow inward, we are spending today and most of this week dealing with tests which are the precursors to surgery to correct the situation.
Today we'll be in Norfolk, at Children's Hospital of King's Daughters, for the first of the tests. Wednesday we go to Chesapeake for Part 2. Thursday we return to Norfolk. This week's tests are to ensure he is not allergic to the metals in the rod which will be placed in his chest to correct the condition. Then we schedule surgery for what is called the Nuss procedure.
None of this is life threatening and everything will be fine, but I'm sure he could think of a better way to spend his 17th birthday.
Anyway, the sporadic postings here will continue for the foreseeable future. At some point things will return to normal, whatever that is.
In the interim, a very happy birthday to my favorite son, who is the very best a mother (or grandmother) could ask for.