Yesterday, my mom had knee replacement surgery. The doc signed her left knee with a "K" surrounded by a heart -- his trademark way of signing off on the surgery and saying, "Yes, this is the correct knee to replace." You know, just so there was no confusion. Because, K is for knee, right? -- and a heart? Well, that's just plain cute. My dad said, "Take good care of her!" You know -- because that's usually his job, and the doc responded, "the best!"
Mom came through with flying colors, and just two hours after she was wheeled out of surgery, we were laughing and carrying on in her room. And then it was time to say "see you later" and we were so thankful for the blessings of the day... for God's watchful eye over the surgeons hands... for the anticipation of an even better future. So thankful. Overwhelmed with gratitude, mom said, "Let's pray." So we prayed, my dad leading us, hands clasped here and arms around each other there.
God is good. Life is good.
And oh, by the way... It turns out that K is not for knee. The Doc's last name begins with K. My confusion on that issue was just one of the many things we laughed about yesterday.
I love my family.