I've barely been able to keep Phil and I fed and certainly did not know how I'd manage the breakfast. Basically, I just finally threw my hands up and prayed that the Lord would bless our efforts, and it would be what it would be.
Well, owing to a Handy Man, industrious students and willing hands of parents and friends, daughter-in-law sending soup that I could actually eat, it came off without a hitch this morning. Though sausage and I have not made up, and I had to sit on a stool and stir, they ate it all up. Whilst I've typically walked about greeting Veteran's, I again returned to my stool after the program, and many of them came to me with the sweetest things to say, always making me grateful we made the effort.
July's chubby ol' Gramerly
That, however, is one handsome soldier boy of mine. How joyful to have him here for Veteran's Day this year.
Today has been my best day. I actually fixed Handy Man a complete and tasty meal and ate a couple of tablespoons of all it. Moving on up.