Saturday we got up early and went to some friends' house in east Texas.
They live in the country on 4 acres with 2 little country boys.
Yesterday we went to church with them and we all enjoyed it. I wish I'd thought to take a photo of Matthew in his Sunday best.
Matthew had a ball. He didn't want to leave. EVER. (At least until he woke up, as we got home, and then he announced, "I'm tired for Texas. We need to get a big truck, put all our stuff in it and go back to Kansas. Some stuff goes in our car too.")
Yesterday we got home on the last rays of the sun. Phil called and let us know that he had badly hurt his back again. The powers that be, have removed him from tank commander and put him in Headquarters. He is very upset, as well as I am. We now know he can no longer do what he loves to do and it hurts. He'll be starting the medical rounds again, as they decide what to do with him. Please hold Phil in your thoughts and prayers that this latest setback will be a blessing in the end. I'm sure it will, but for now it hurts.