Monday, a new day.

Monday, a new day. At dawn, or soon there after a young couple was standing in a parking lot. Around the corner a truck pulling a trailer slowed down and drove towards the couple. The driver smiled and waved. A moment or two later another car pulled in behind the truck, followed by a few other vehicles. Within moments as people were sharing hugs, quiet laughter, and sipping some coffee they watched as 3 helium balloons gracefully lifted into the pale crisp and cloudless sky. We had a good turn out of the ol‘ balloon crew. Many hands make light work. This morning was a great day for flying. As the group of people expertly and systematically moved in towards the pick-up and trailer a sense of purpose seemed to over take them. Tarps were spread. The envelope and basket was pulled out of the trailer and made ready for takeoff. The purr of the inflate fan cut through the air. Today’s crew has worked together before. Each of us instinctively know what the other is doing, and what task needs to be done first. Or do we? It seems some thought had to be taken. No one really wanted to think or say it, but it sure would have been nice if Eldon was here to keep us in line. Ready for launch? Check. Passengers aboard? Check. Radios? Check...uh where are they? Oh in the truck. Eldon would have already been checking them. I can’t wait to tell him that it took 3 of us to... well you get the point. Dad’s shoes are big. He is an integral part of the balloon crew, our family, and many other lives. This recovery time is gonna be interesting. We are doing our best to pick up the pieces, keep going and stay the course.

So over the weekend, Dad had hit a wall. He had a spiking temp. He also wasn't really wanting to respond or follow commands very well. Remember the wiggle your toes, squeeze my hand test? Well, this morning Dad was able to not only squeeze and wiggle, but was able to hold up 2 fingers on each hand. How awesome, what a difference. What a praise! Today Dad is almost breathing completely on his own. He is giving it an “Eldon’s best” at breathing. His fever is also down. The doctor’s have changed some of the med protocol and adjusted his antibiotics. Today Dad doesn’t seem to be in as much pain either. Wow! A new week, a new pace of recovery. Miracles do happen, they just don’t seem to happen on our schedule.

~With Integrity