My baby boy had minor surgery today...
I thought all day about being a mom...Joshua is 30 years old, but he's still my 'baby boy.' I hurt when he hurts...I cry when he's hurting...I'm happy when he's happy...I'm excited for him when he's excited...Today he was hurting and I couldn't stand it! My stomach was in a knot...the 'worst case scenario' was building up in my mind. I wanted to be right there with him...but instead I was in my classroom with 30 sweetheart students, 600 miles away.
Joshua called me this morning about 9:30 to tell me he had been back to the doctor, and was now on his way to the surgeon. Some of my students apparently saw me on the phone...came up to me, giving me hugs, asking if everything was ok. They were so sweet, so concerned.
He called back about 10 to say he was going into surgery...I asked him to PLEASE call...he assured me Erica would. It wasn't until 2 p.m. that I heard anything. The doctors think it is an infection...an infection that created a huge knot...that was so incredibly painful. Now he's home, and thankfully has a sweetheart wife to take care of him. I'm SO thankful for Erica...I love her, and I hope she knows what it means to me to have her be so wonderful to Joshua....my baby boy!
The top photo was taken in May, 1982. Joshua was 6 and Gabe was 3 1/2 years old. My boys!
Joshua, Erica, and Thalia. At their wedding (left) .... on a visit to Fern Canyon (right)